human
Priscilla:  “You really like to surprise people, don’t you?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “You commoners merely collapse into shudders when faced with my peerless beauty and presence. If you would then bow your head in that awe, I might grant you mercy, but every last one of you is utterly lacking in charm. Of particular note…” Priscilla and Anastasia did not seem to get along particularly well, and they engaged in a bit of verbal fencing, but after that, Priscilla turned her eyes to Subaru as she trailed off.
human
Subaru:  The pressure made him a little claustrophobic as he managed to ask, “What?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “…That clumsy broadcast earlier. That was your voice, was it not?”
human
Subaru:  “…And what if it was?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Hmph. There is no need to be so tense. I am fair in judging results. I simply call it like I see it—and currently, the eyes of the masses have turned to you. And I have decided to take them back with my own hands.”
human
Subaru:  “…Ummm, so in other words…?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Do not make me spell everything out for you. My noble lips do not need the pointless labor.” Her eyes narrowed confrontationally as she sat herself down in one of the seats around the table, leaned back with a squeak, and crossed her arms, emphasizing her buxom figure.
human
Priscilla:  “So report the current situation and be quick about it. You will become my hands and legs and fulfill thy roles. And be grateful, for I shall reward you by joining your plan.”
gpt
Al:  “W-wait, Princess! Are you seriously planning to go at it with those cultists? !”
human
Priscilla:  “Would you have me flee, Al? If so, impudence would not begin to describe your transgression.” Al tried to argue with Priscilla, who had sat down and announced her participation in the plan, but she glared back at him, causing the iron-helmed man to tremble.
gpt
Priscilla:  “It was I who decided to visit this city, and it will be I who decides when to leave this city. I will brook no other person’s directions. Particularly not the mad ramblings of zealots.”
human
Priscilla:  "—Everything in this world exists for my convenience. As my retainer and jester, you should know as much, Al. My very existence is the embodiment of the will of the world. My actions themselves are divine providence.” There was no breaking Priscilla’s steel will—no, diamond would probably be more accurate. And Al should have known that better than anyone else there.
gpt
Schult:  “Um, uh, that is just how Lady Priscilla is, so…”
human
Al:  “…Yeah, I know. Sorry for worryin’ ya, Schult.” Al shrugged his one arm weakly and smiled wryly at Schult, who had struggled to find the words to comfort him. The prickly air he had directed at Subaru moments earlier disappeared. He had made up his mind—Priscilla’s domineering personality had finally done the job.
gpt
Al:  “Otto, maybe we could step out for a real quick moment?”
human
Otto:  “Yes, of course.” Al lost out to Priscilla’s demands and started calmly explaining the situation to her.