How deep the rabbit hole

The leader was giving her one more chance. One chance to explain herself. Fuck. Roana was good at motivating speeches, not talking her way out of things because she was brutally honest. It’s why her superiors liked her so much. But before she could say another word, someone else stepped up through the crowd. She blinked, taking a second to recognize the face. Ianto?? To be fair, she had never personally met the man but she knew of him, had seen him on occasion – Northaven had only been 3 miles square it was sort of hard to be anonymous. And as much as Roana was a shitty public speaker when not suffering the after effects of poisonous gas, she caught onto a cover when she heard one. ”I wish but I’m not pretty enough to be queen of anything. Maybe you, though.” she said with a smile, playing along. Roana 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter