Revise paste Feels footsteps through floor

“You both stay here,” said Vashta, “while I try to salvage the situation
out there, and engineer a way for you to continue your investigation!”

“Understood, ma’am,” said Ana.

With one last glare, Vashta turned, flung open the door, charged
through, and slammed it behind her.

[...]

To my surprise, her grin didn’t flicker one jot. “That’s not entirely true,
either.”

“What’s not? That it was the Hazas, or that your assistant was killed?”
“Focus, Din. We are here to figure out how this calamity happened and
who is responsible. Follow that thread, and that thread alone, and we shall
have victory.” Then she cocked her head, knelt, and felt the fretvine floor.
“Vashta is coming back. I can feel her stride in the very wood… And I think
Miljin and Strovi are with her. Come. Let us pretend to be professional, you
and I, for hell and the gentry await.”

“HERE,” SAID VASHTA coldly, “is what I have been able to salvage. First,
Fayazi Haza does not wish to be in the room with you anymore, Immunis.
To have made such an attack on her character during such a period of grief
is beyond toleration. Is that clear?”

Ana shrugged. “That is clear if not welcome, ma’am.”

- The Tainted Cup, Chapter 25 pgs. 219 & 222