She quiets Ur down as he sputters after his 'knife' experience with Veil, then addresses her herself:
"You think," the woman said to Veil, "assaulting my friends is going to make me more likely to talk?" "Honestly, I just wanted the seat back." Veil shrugged, scratching at the tabletop with her knife. "But if you want me to start hurting people, I suppose I could do that." "You really are crazy," Betha said. "No. I just don't consider your little group a threat." She continued scratching. "I've tried being nice, and my patience is running thin. It's time to tell me what I want to know before this turns ugly." Betha frowned, then glanced at what Veil had scratched into the tabletop. Three interlocking diamonds.
The moment Betha saw the symbol, she gasped softly, then said that 'they' wanted nothing to do with Veil's 'group'.