"Those eyes, Commander Blackthorn," Oliver said. "I do not like them. "Is that any way to look at your fellow man that you've fought alongside? Do your soldiers not know what army they inhabit?"
Someone else might have been stung by Oliver's forceful approach, but Lasha seemed to understand the position that she had to play. She didn't allow a trace of emotion to breach her mask. She turned on her heel, and stared down the same men that Oliver had been looking upon. The Blackthorn soldiers all stiffened, straightening up, as if trying to appear taller than they were.
