Elisa's steps faltered, eyes growing a fraction wider as she heard his response. To think that someone sent to protect her, no matter the race, would be so out of the loop...<span style="font-style: italic">I'd have a better chance of protecting myself at this rate,</span>she thought wryly, keeping her expression poised. Gesturing to the right, she led him down another hall, clasping her hands together in front of her as she moved, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side as she thought.<br/><br/>"We'll have to work quickly then, to get you up to speed on our security specs then," she replied quietly. "Unfortunately, you won't have time to prepare too much, but I don't see a reason to be worried. Tomorrow night is a gala event for a foreign dignitary. We'd signed a treaty with them a year back and this is a check in of sorts." Pausing for a moment, she smoothed her hands over her skirt, eyes glancing out a window as she passed. It wasn't until she was past the window that she resumed her thought train. "There won't be too many people there, as the list consists of only a few hundred people. A dinner and dance will take place, and my father and our guest will be discussing the terms, making sure everything is still intact and such of that nature."<br/><br/>Looking back at him, she stopped, body slowly turning toward him as her face set in a serious, almost grave manner. "I realize this is less-than-desirable, and for that I apologize. I've no control over the agenda, and merely go with what I'm ordered to do. This meeting is extremely important in maintaining peace and must go off without a hitch." A slight shrug, a motion her etiquette teachers had always gotten on her for, slipped out as she inwardly sighed. "It's complicated, but workable I hope?"<br/><br/>Not really waiting for him to answer her, she started walking again, slowly leading him toward her room so as to give him the letters. "Other than that, we don't have too much going on this week. The dinner tomorrow, a suitor is coming to formally meet me in three days, and the rest is subject to change, as my father's schedule is what this is all focused around."<br/><br/>Stepping into an elevator of sorts, she waited for him to follow, nodding at the gentleman standing with in it to operate it. Making a bit of room for him, she stood demurely off to the side, picking up where she left off. "They'll start arriving at six o'clock sharp, though no real introductions will happen until our dignitary gets here at six forty-five. Dinner will begin promptly at seven, and last until my father calls for the first dance, which happens about forty-five minutes in...That is, unless the drinks hold out. Then a bit longer." Stopping at the image of her father getting drunk off wines and dancing uproariously with any woman unlucky enough to get too close to his stomping feet, she winced, not looking forward to that portion.<br/><br/>"The dance will continue until roughly midnight, as, during this, my father will be discussing the different areas of the treaty. Updates will be exchanged, shows of good faith produced, and the night will come to a close." Looking over at him as the elevator came to a stop, she gestured for him to step out ahead of her, merely to see if he moved as stalk-ily as she pictured in normal gait. "My dancing will be dependent on if any suitors decide to make an appearance...So, I'll most likely be around the floor for the duration of the night."<br/><br/>Noting that they were five stories up, they'd stepped into her bedroom, more of a flat. Bedroom through a door at the end of the floor, her sitting room where they stood, and her bathroom to the left. Huge bay windows overlooked a spectacular view of her kingdom, catching the sunsets and starlight each night before she closed her eyes. Stopping short, she looked at him. "Wait here. I'll get you the threats."