[Carrying a basket (yes, alright, she has seen all kinds of new things made for carrying things, but a basket is what she is used to and it works best, for these things) full of groceries, Constance is heading back to the hotel, blissfully unaware of any new arrivals... until she sees a rather familiar figure wandering around, a lost look on her face, and it's surprise, more than anything, that shocks the words out of her:]
Your Majesty! [-- ah, no, she didn't mean to call attention on herself... and yet. If the Queen is lost, isn't it her duty to help?]