[ There is either an issue with the translation or he's speaking in crazy talk. Maybe she's just fucking stupid. Parker looks at him with a mildly frustrated expression. It's one step forward, a thousand steps back with these people. It's frustrating, to say the least. Not that she isn't used to hitting the wall time and time again. She tends to pick herself back up more often than not. But it's getting harder to do it lately.

She breathes through her nose in annoyance, tonguing her lower lip as she keeps her eyes on him. Trying to pull his inane logic into a more cohesive puzzle. ]

Okay, so-- Let me get this straight: Your enemy tore through your army. And you know it was them. But it wasn't the enemy that you people keep saying is lurking around the corner, but probably might have been their agents even though you don't know for sure. And you have no idea who the enemy is, but you know that there isn't any incentive for them to show their true faces. Even though every time I ask anything about this enemy of yours, I get shit for it.

[ There's a pause, Parker looking about as convinced as the stork in the story with the fox. ]

I'm the one being an asshole for asking, but you do realise how nonsensical you sound, right?