Dark eyes narrowed on the Commander when he spoke. "I never said I was going to die, I was joking." Normally his sense of humor rivaled his own. But he certainly had a stick up his ass today. Her attention moved to Niera who made a sudden and hasty exit. "Thank you again." She managed before the door shut but if her words were heard or not was a mystery. Solara stared at the door until Connor's words brought her attention back to him. He tipped back the whiskey she had been downing all morning and one of her brows arched. "You might want to be careful with that, I've been leaning on it pretty hard. Cant have the Commander ill."

She took another drink of the medicinal concoction Niera had made and shook her head a little in response to his earlier question. Her dark curls bouncing too and fro over her freckled shoulders. "No...but thank you." One finger gestured to the basket that Niera had left behind that sat across the table from her. "She brought that for you. And your possible spouse if you had one." She couldn't help the teasing smirk that came to her lips at that thought. "I told her you were single, but little else. She seems nice enough. Although I think I managed to offend her in about ten different ways without intending to." Her slender shoulders rose in a shrug and Solara reached out to get another drink. This time the whiskey. It burned a but more than usual but otherwise was doing good work of keeping the fluid in her chest broken up. Or so would be her excuse for drinking it, as if she needed one.

Once she sat her drink back down on the table Solara's eyes moved to where Connor lingered near the rolls of paper. She felt an odd twinge of...something. Like she was keeping here because she was sick when he didn't want to be. He was a busy man though. Surely he had an excuse that could save both of them from further awkwardness. "You can go, Connor. I know your dying to." A grin followed her words along with another swing of whiskey.