[ That indomitable will, as he calls it, is quickly put to work trying to look serious even as a charming moniker like Inquisitor Galatea is awarded to her. Focusing on the lingering tangles of her hangover-born headache helps. By the time she approaches Nardel, stomping righteously over, her expression has been sewn back into severity. ]

Hello, Nardel.

[ She puts quite a bit of effort in making his name sound like a threat. ]

We - my subordinate and I - [ Claude is given a quick glance ] - are trying to sort out last night's indiscretions. Please answer the following questions promptly, and understand that lying is grounds for... for execution.

[ Some part of her is aware she's taking this too far. Ingrid takes everything too far, after all. However - can she even stop now? Course correction will only weaken her position. Better to double down! Yeah. ]

First question. [ Wait, uh - ] ...Subordinate, tell him what the first question is. [ Because Ingrid has nothing. ]