[the ridges by Geir's face flatten down, and his voice drops to something closer to a hiss or a growl.]

You and everyone else, lady! I'd say "stand in line," but if anyone else can get to her before I do and get some answers, I'll give them my blessing.

[he scrapes his claws against the back of the throne, frustrated; Geir has really low standards for people, so seeing even these not being met is an insult for injury. if Qri had had even one meet and greet to answer questions bluntly, he'd probably think her kidnapping everyone was fair enough, honestly -- clearly she has the power, so why shouldn't she exercise it? but not knowing exactly what it is they're doing is driving him up the wall a little.]

I don't even mind helping out, but at least tell us what we're doing.