Swamped

"Hold it," you say. You point Shorty to Starling's right, and stand on the left so you'll be closest when Grey-maw approaches.

"That's good. Now, keep moving."

Grey-maw gives you a glare when you pass by. You try not to look worried.

"Hang on," she says suddenly. "Where are you three headed?"

"I heard there was an escaped prisoner," you say cautiously. "So I'm headed to the cells to check it out."

"Who ordered you on that job?" she asks.

"I'm under Mudviper's command right now," you reply. "And today she left me to my own initiative. It's an evaluation of sorts."

"Well. Razor left that investigation in my hands," Grey-maw says, pulling some cell keys out of her pocket. "So. Unless you've got some actual authority to look into this, you've got a choice. You can work under my supervision, or you can get lost. Which is it going to be?"

Damn. You should have known something like this would happen. Of course Razor would be giving his right-hand assignments that would make her look better to the Council.

So, what's your answer?