It's a shame because it would have been nice to know what happened, but everyone including the author knows that any non-grouphug options are just there for contrast right now. There was no chance the thread would select anything that didn't involve the hug at this time. A hug is happening, and our attention span dictates that we Commit.
"I was having some emotional catharsis and I wanted to share."
LOGRIS: "I see."
Logris sets down her shoulder bag on the folding table by the bedroll.
LOGRIS: "Lateya, I will want breakfast here, and coffee if you can find it."
LOGRIS' FACE: I hope you can find it.
"Who's Lateya?"
Cinnamon extricates herself from the hug, blushing.
CINNAMON?: "It's, uh, almost lunchtime, captain."
Logris raises one eyebrow with mild surprise, as though she's not used to being informed of these things.
LOGRIS: "You had better be quick, then."
LOGRIS' FACE: Otherwise it will not be breakfast when it arrives.
CINNAMON?: "Uh, yes captain, right away!"
Cinnamon (or possibly Lateya) spares a glance at you and Rooster before hurrying out of the tent.
Logris sits herself primly at the stool next to the writing desk and faces you. Rooster slowly releases you from the hug, as though he's worried that doing it too quickly might attract her attention.
LOGRIS: "Now. One of you, I invited into my tent, albeit under some duress. The other I did not."
"I asked him to come in and help look through my stuff."
LOGRIS: "Hmm." she looks to the closed chest. "Well, you seem to have finished. If there was nothing else, mister..?"
LOGRIS: "I am naval captain Peleps Logris. This is my tent."
LOGRIS' FACE: Please leave.
ROOSTER: "Right, um. Yes, well. I'll see myself out."
LOGRIS: "Thank you. So very much."
Rooster half-stands, stooping under the confines of the tent.
ROOSTER: "I'll, uh, talk to you later, Vesper."
AWARENESS: NORMAL
CHECK FAILED
"Okay, bye, see you later."
He shuffles out of the tent entrance and you hear his heavy footfalls departing. It is only after you have suffered a few moments of awkward silence with Logris that you realize he has accidentally absconded with your gambeson.
LOGRIS: "Now."
LOGRIS' FACE: What should we talk about first?
[ ] That was kind of mean.
[ ] Why did you call Cinnamon Lateya?
[ ] Do you want to talk about last night?
[ ] Do you want to talk about this morning?
[ ] What happened to you?
[ ] Why did you send Brindle to steal Mei's papers?
[ ] I found some strange stuff in this chest.
LOGRIS: "I could ask you the same question. You seem to have injured yourself even more since I left this morning."
LOGRIS' FACE: And acquired a new tunic. I dislike it.
"Why do you dislike it?"
LOGRIS: "I beg your pardon?"
"Uh, nothing. Anyway, you first, what happened?"
LOGRIS: "Well, after your episode last night, dragonlord Mei decided to detain talonlord Fincher under heavy guard, partly because the talonlord apparently has some history of escapology and partly because they seemed to think you might cause a scene. Why they should think this, I could not say."
LOGRIS' FACE: Probably because you cause a lot of scenes.
LOGRIS: "With the guard so reduced elsewhere, it was a simple matter for me to slip into the tower of Thazaniel with the sentry change."
NAVIGATE: Oh yeah, we were going to do that, weren't we?
"I thought we were going to do that together."
LOGRIS: "Well, with you being incapacitated and heavily wounded, I assumed that you would not be much help."
[ ] Yeah I probably wouldn't be that much help anyway.
[ ] Well, you could have asked.
[ ] Actually I killed twenty-five people this morning.
[ ] So what did you find?
LOGRIS: "Very narrow and dusty tunnels." she brushes her fingertips on her torn jacket.
"Was that what you were expecting to find?"
LOGRIS: "Yes, it was."
INTEGRITY: DIFFICULT
CHECK PASSED
"Did you find anything else that you were expecting to find?"
Her eyes narrow fractionally.
LOGRIS: "Perhaps."
LOGRIS' FACE: Yes.
"Do you want to tell me what you perhaps found?"
LOGRIS: "I am not yet certain. Evidence of something, possibly. I will need time to think about it. It is nothing that would help our current situation, in any case."
[ ] I really want to know what you found.
[ ] Were you in any danger?
[ ] Why did you call Cinnamon Lateya?
[ ] Do you want to talk about last night?
[ ] Why did you send Brindle to steal Mei's papers?
[ ] I found some strange stuff in this chest.
INTEGRITY: She is grateful that you changed the subject.
LOGRIS: "Because that is her name. She likes to go by Cinnamon when speaking with those of lower classes. A nickname one of the cabin boys gave her. She thinks it makes her more relateable."
LOGRIS' FACE: Imagine.
"She worked for Usamir, before you, right?"
LOGRIS: "She is one of his servants, yes. As a courtesy he offered her to me. Likely because he viewed her as the most disposeable."
"Why? She seems competent enough."
LOGRIS: "You would have to ask Captain Usamir. Perhaps he values something in Lateya's older cousins other than their skill at needlework."
PHYSIQUE: Abort! Abort this thought immediately!
You blink several times. Your brain slowly bobs around a gurgling drain in the realm of thought and circles back to a previous point in the conversation.
"Well, I think you should call her what she wants to be called."
Logris gives you a small, tight smile.
LOGRIS: "Not all of us have the luxury of changing who we are."
LOGRIS' FACE: Faithful servant of the Throne.
[ ] Did you go through my things?
[ ] Do you want to talk about last night?
[ ] Why did you send Brindle to steal Mei's papers?
[ ] I found some strange stuff in this chest.
Logris is being kind of shitty, and although it's not exactly difficult to imagine why, we should probably consider just how much we want to lean on her to speak truthfully here. She's clearly had a long ... everything.
It's distantly possible that she had benign intentions while going through our stuff while we were unconscious - like, maybe she figured that there might be medicine or something and clearly, the firedust-laced cocaine wasn't it.
But if we're being realistic, she just wants more information on us, anything that will let her understand more about us. And then she decided she did not want to share in this information because it'd ruin her stoic image and be a bit unseemly.