The diablerist looked a little surprised at John's request, so far he was actually the only one who had talked to her and she had assumed that he wasn't interested in hearing anything about her obscure little planet and its queer inhabitants. Shame on her for assuming she figured but before she could answer and oblige his request about walking with him, the one who has said something about being an empress, Ris had to admitt to not having listened very carefully, was standing more or less directly to the side of the man and thus laying claim to his attention again.<br/><br/>Ris let out a heavy huff of breath, being a diplomat was harder than it seemed appearantly, and unclasped her hands to do something with the wristband on her left arm, a brief flash of light revealing it to be some technical device. Lowering her wrist again the darkhaired dancer shrughed softly and finally spoke again.<br/>"Whenever you have the time operative Zatheral."<br/>Nodding as well the young Diablerist adjusted her vest before moving one hand beneath her hair and then out,  lifting her bluish tresses out from the collar and then dropping them to fall across her back in a cascade as she moved forward as if ready to leave.