"Certainly, sir. I was just on my way to retrieving you. I'm certain you'll want to inspect the ballroom for tonight's event. We're working hard to ensure it meets your exact specifications."
Oswin did an admirable job of keeping her voice steady. She was an accomplished fibber, but even she wasn't sure if she was on the right path. Perhaps it would make sense if the rumors of his royal lineage were true. If that were the case, sir was probably not the proper title.
But if he were on the run it probably didn't matter.
But if he wasn't and she offended him, she was probably going to get sacked.
He had asked for her help, however. Who was she to turn down a beautiful traveler?
"This way, sir."
She wouldn't be needed for at least another twenty minutes and had the audacity to guide Leto out of first class, through parts of the starliner intended only for the crew, taking a behind the scenes route into Ballroom A, which was currently empty.
"Sorry," she laughed, "I didn't exactly have much to go on."