It's hard, then, to control her anger enough to speak flatly.
"Believe it or not, Abarco, I am somebody who could, almost have been an Asmodean, in the sense that, I've realized after working for Sevar, I don't want to be in command of anything, I want to be second-in-command, I want there to be somebody who gives me orders, and I want to be truly loyal to that person in exchange for a comfortable life, and the part where I just do my fucking job really well and then I actually get protected, I admit, is the un-Asmodean part, but if Cheliax can't manage to use somebody like me while facing somebody like Keltham, then Cheliax is fucked! If Cheliax can't manage to stop fireballing itself in the dick for the six and a half rounds required for Sevar to get back, it's not going to fail because Keltham turns a circle of the country into ash, it's going to fail - more embarrassingly!"
"You know, Abarco - no, sir, because I actually am asking you for advice, right now, sir - if you're giving me real advice, it would help for me to know what is the fucking plan, sir, how is Cheliax supposed to win like this? If even here on the Project we're just, indulging, all the most self-destructive aspects of the human misinterpretation of Asmodeanism, because devils wouldn't do this, sir, they'd cooperate as effectively as ilani would, at least the ones powerful enough to have names - and I don't know how to do that but I'm trying and I don't have any orders telling me to try something else, sir!"