"Yes, Of course." Jeremy said as he listened to the Princess. "I can arrange a detail of Marines to act as Guards for her Royal Highness." Jeremy stated towards the woman in the armor. "As Well as I personally promise to ensure her safety as well." He amended, meaning he would put his life on the line to protect her. "Though, I think a few minutes for you to catch your breath would be smart. Please, This way." Jeremy stated trying to be as cordial as he knew how. Though truth be told he was quite nervous. He never was any good at diplomacy and generally preferred not to interact with Dignitaries at all. However, there was something about the Princess that put his mind a bit at ease. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Wade saw her flying around in what could be described as a military vehicle. She did give off a soldier's air and confidence. Perhaps that what was helping the Captain.<br/><br/>Jeremy led them to Dignitary's Stateroom. It was designed for the rare time a VIP was being transported on the Musashi. Much like President or CEO of the company. It was the poshest stateroom on the ship. Not even Jeremy's Cabin was as large. It held two queen beds as well as a full bathroom and shower along with a sitting room with a view overlooking the bow and the two great turrets holding the Musashi's "Shock Cannons". The room was always kept just in case of a surprise visit/inspection by the board, but blessedly that rarely ever happened, almost verging on Never. "This will be your state room while on board the Musashi. A communicator is on the wall over here and pressing this button will automatically connect you to the bridge." Jeremy explained as he allowed the Princess and her escort to look about the room. "If you'll be excuse me, I need to change uniforms. I'll return immediately afterwards." He said as he gave the princess one last bow. Unsure if that was the proper thing to do. It was what he saw in movies and such. Having never been training on greeting Royalty at the EDF Academy.<br/><br/>Jeremy returned to his Cabin which wasn't very Far. Returning back to the familiar and more comfortable "Duty Uniform" He usually wore. His Duty Uniform was similar to his full dress but with out all the "Pomp and circumstance" of the medals he had nor the "Fruit Salad" and ribbons. Once he finished changing, he tugged his Coat and made sure he was presentable. "What did I get myself into?" He asked himself. How was he suppose to give a Tour of the ship to a Princess? Jeremy was a very honest person so his offer was genuine, but he was never good around Dignitaries. Many who were used to having their egos coddled. So to prevent an incident, he had always managed to find someone else to do it when board members or potential investors came on board. However, there was no backing out of it now. Letting out a labored sigh, he removed his eye patch and looked at the mutilated part of his face. Jagged scars crisscrossed over sunken section that used to hold his left eye. It was a solid detraction he had in the view of the Fairer sex. which caused himself to normally distance himself from potential lovers.<br/><br/>Bringing a hand up, he felt along the scarred flesh. He tried the have it cosmetically repaired, including a Glass eye, while he was in the service, but the paperwork kept getting "Misplaced". Once he was dishonorably discharged, any veteran benefits he had went out the proverbial window. By the time he got settled in with Lazarus, he had grown accustomed to his black eye patch, and saw no point in changing it now. There were times he felt as if his left eye was still in the socket. Doctors called it "Phantom Limb" syndrome. However, he would remind himself that it was gone. Replacing the Eye patch. Jeremy made sure it was set correctly to cover up as much of the damaged area of his face as possible. Grabbing his Captain's Cap, he headed out of the door to meet the Princess for the promised Tour. Within a few minutes, Jeremy had returned to the Stateroom that Princess Telaliel and her Guardian were staying in. With him a group of Four Marines with Carbines slung. Jeremy pressed the "Doorbell" and waited for it to be acknowledged.