" Hold on,” Ettrek said. “What qualifies you to be in charge of this mission, anyway?”
“I’m better than you,” I said. “At everything.”
Teka rolled her eyes. “She knows the target, Trek. You want to charge into Voa to kill a man you don’t understand or know at all?”
Ettrek shrugged. “Guess not.”
“Everybody take this week to do what you need to get done,” Teka said. “I’ll start getting the ship ready now. I might need a new gravity compressor, and I know we need food.”
“And,” I said, thinking of what Isae had used to kill my brother, “maybe some new kitchen knives.”
Teka wrinkled her nose, likely remembering the same thing. “Definitely.”
“Anyway, we might not be coming back, so…” I shrugged. “Say your good-byes.”
“You’re just bursting with optimism, aren’t you,” Ettrek said.
“Did you expect the person leading your assassination mission to be cheerful?” I said. “If so, I think you’re in the wrong field.” I set my half-finished bowl of breakfast down, and drew the knife at my hip instead. I leaned across the table and pointed the blade at him. “And by the way, if you call me ‘Scourge’ again, I will cut that stupid knot right off the top of your head.”
Ettrek licked his lips, considering my knife.
“Okay,” he finally said. “Cyra. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)