Ris had been mightily impressed by the guards joining up to them, following and enclosing them in a way that turned them into a procession, and the ship wasn't shabby either, it probably had more power than any ship owned by her people though she doubted that it was half as commited to being pleasant. While hearing Michelle's comment about another ship Ris only thought to herself that it seemed like a terrible hazzle if she was riding the Dauntless like she had said before, the comments made about it made Ris first purse her lips as she thought she had misunderstood something but then Michelle explained herself and Ris looked away again.<br/><br/>To her it didn't have the desired effect though, the youth with her raging imagination was now suspecting Michelle for planning an assault on the Citadel as the start of a great invasion which would take the ambassadors hostage for extortion on their home worlds... Well, she doubted that Michelle was that bad but the woman and her smiles during the walk had not convinced Ris at all, for all she knew those smiles could be diplomatian for burn in hell and she really didn't have any concept of technology being outdated or advanced, to Diablerists who weren't technophiles it didn't matter, what mattered was if the technology could make like more pleasant, more in tune with Fröjd.<br/><br/>Having allready arranged for a few coffers and crates to be taken aboard Ris could concentrate on being nervous when they boarded and the dancer shifted slightly impatiently before walking up to John but making sure that she was on the other side of him from Michelle. Her head tilted to the side to make the dark fringe uncover her eyes, both orbs visible and remarkably well matched to her horns, and her arms wrapped themselves over her stomach.<br/>"Actually I was wondering if I could borrow some space to let off steam in, I'm pretty nervous about the meeting and all. And it could be sort of precarious for people to be around when I use my full passion."