FourSev stood eerily still, his helmet locked dead onto Zorra's face as she spoke. Every word, every syllable uttered was being taken down by holorecorders implanted into his cybernetic eyes and wired into his cortex. It had been like that ever since he was activated, and it's been transmitting live to Central Command ever since his eyes were screwed into his sockets. He doubted Loretta would like that feature, but it was one of his prime directives. Central may not have any control over him at the moment (although if they so desired, they could transmit a supreme order directly to him at the drop of a hat, and he'd go from Loretta's pet to her worst possible nightmare), but it didn't mean they didn't want intel from him either. 

He stood there, perfectly still, as Zorra went about her business, and finally came back to him. "That is not a problem. I will be personally attending to the prisoner transfer regardless. As for your question, Major Zorra..." He paused, and leaned in, just enough to elicit some sort of feeling of being threatened. The light coming down from the fixtures above them was cast into a shadow that only emphasized the hellish red glow of his helmet visors. 

"Inquisitiveness is a trait that is highly valued in the officers of The Empire, Major Zorra, [i]in[/i] moderation. Do [i]not[/i] overstep your bounds."

He saluted her, and then turned to leave, intent on overseeing the loading of the prisoners.