A flash of alarm crossed Lucca's face. Her eyes drifted off to the side, unable to look at her liege or at Sekhmet, as she tried to put her thoughts together. In the end, whatever fears or concerns she had about the witch would have to stand down in the face of her duty to Elinor. Besides, it was inevitable that they'd cross paths, and likely swords, at some point. Best get it out of the way now, perhaps.<br/><br/>"At once, your highness," Lucca said with a bow, but let out a sigh as she turned and approached Sekhmet. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she marched. It would make a better first impression to approach like a friend, or at least not as aggressively, but that would be something for Sekhmet to earn.<br/><br/>"You are..." There were several things Lucca could say, but she went for the most diplomatic option, "one of the Scorpions, correct? We need one of your crew in order to pass this trial, and...would like for that to be you." Lucca did her level best to sound sincere, if passive, not give in to her instinct to quickly turn and walk away...or draw her sword and jab the pommel into the witch's diaphragm.