Morgana's eyes narrowed momentarily when the other woman finished her sentence, however, she didn't respond. Instead she watched the woman move further into the room. Then nearly tripping in the guards haste to get her further into the place. She glared at them. When the other woman said her name, Morgana turned to look the other woman, tone imperious, "I would rather stand." No polite statement followed, making her refusal to take the seat even more of a stub. Likely a stupid move, but she had never been one to back down even when it seemed more wise that she should.
Morgana's eyes flicked once again towards the guards, she had no doubt about this. This would be much more difficult than her previous escape from the men who'd taken herself and Gwen on her way to visit her father's grave. Already her mind began ticking away, planning, even as her eyes flashed indignant. Not giving any of her thoughts away, "You can kindly keep your welcome to yourself. I want to know where I am and what I'm doing here." And she wanted to be let go, yet that much had to be obvious. "You should know that there are people who will not stop searching until they find me." And Arthur would make them regret this.