Re: Elevator to First Class
She stepped off the elevator, felt the wizard's movement before she saw him, and that was the warrior's sense rather than the princess. Ice grey eyes turned to study the velvet shape that emerged from the shadows, though her expression stayed haughty in her perusal. Her sword-hand curled with a twitch of her fingers, though it did not yet stray toward the weapon at her waist. A warning and offer, however uninvited, did not warrant a violent action on her part.
But did she need assistance? Was she lost? "Hardly," she said, words expertly tailored to carry her status along with the words. She was princess, and with that came the privilege of wealth in all things - clothing, education, the pale but unstarved curve of her cheek. So many would envy the position her life had granted her. Perhaps she realized that, and perhaps she did not, but it didn't steal anything from her if she was ignorant of the fact. She still stood tall, steel in her spine as well as laid over the limb in armor. "This ship is large, but I can hardly be that lost."