Just the asking of the question made her itch slightly, that heightened color to her cheeks. "Well.. I.. Why would a litter be going with a merchant caravan?"  She tried to stay away from such situations, yet found it strangely appealing.  Of course, it touched heavily upon What Shall Not Be Named.  "Do you think he would be drawn to some sort of procession, a noblewoman and guard, perhaps loaded down with gifts for someone in Carthage.."  She tingled slightly, her cheeks heated for reasons other than the overt disapproval of the men in the room.  She didn't care.<br/><br/>Screw them anyway.<br/><br/>Yet she would pause a moment, feeling that arm curled around her shoulders, drifting into it, barely noticing the way those angered snakes would snap and latch onto metallic skin, only to turn on her heel.  “I suppose If I am so distasteful you can all let me know how it proceeds.”  Thrown over her shoulder as she would move through the room, bare shoulders thrown back, slender hands clasped lightly at her abdomen, trying her best to look every bit as regal as the amazon who had just left, though the effect was, perhaps, lessened by the hissing agitation of her companions.