Issan fought to keep her lip from curling; she was successful in keeping her face blank, but her disapproval of Gem's playacting was nearly palpable. She looked to the spy.
"What was your mission here?"
The man's brow furrowed, confused. If she was with Glasya, would she not already know? But he knew his life was on the line, and giving them what they wanted was the quickest shortcut to freedom.
"Feeding him information, whatever came through here that would give away Resistance coordinates, strategies, whatever was helpful. I wasn't stationed in the communication room, but sometimes I handled papers! I...I...it wasn't much, but it was a start. I was trying to work my way in deeper, see if there was a position that would help me get better access. That's all, I swear!"
"And how were you caught?"
The man visibly gulped, knowing he needed to tread lightly. "I...I don't know! I...someone... Just one day I was given a folder and did what I usually do. Copied the information and sent it on before delivering the folder. Then I was arrested, and brought here. I don't know what happened!"
Issan glanced back at Gem/Glasya, raising her brows. It was clear the man was a low-level stooge at best, which was why he had made an easy turncoat. Issan knew Glasya wouldn't miss the man, and would likely appreciate her cleaning up the mess. She waited to see if Gem/Glasya had more questions; maybe there was something she hadn't thought of.