The commander frowned, bending over and seeing for himself.

Vatoran looked as though he wanted to reply to that, but, instead, the commander frowned, then asked, "How did you get into battle?"

The commander frowned, searching his memory.

The commander frowned, knotting his caterpillar eyebrows.

The commander frowned mightily for several moments; then he snapped his fingers.

The senior commander frowned at the screen a last time before blanking his calculations.

The commander frowned slightly and started to speak as she saw their holstered pulsers, then closed her mouth and settled for a nod of greeting.

The senior commander frowned, and for the moment appeared nearly as old as a senior commander should.

The commander frowned and wagged a finger at him.

The commander frowned at the mage's arrogant manner but conceded the necessity.