Cynthia keeps her position leaning in to listen to Brannoc, more interested in the Dwarf's point of view over the Queen's. When the crowd cheers, she also gives a belated cheer, again, to keep up appearances. She shrugged those slim shoulders, looking out at the crowd formed before her attention came back down to the Dwarf, "Well, I'm not saying I'd invite the orcs to a dinner party, but the Gnomes are the one sitting on a factory that churns out war machines... maybe they just know something we don't." She shrugged again, glancing around to see if anybody might have heard her. She leaned back into Brannoc, "Either way, I think you're right. We need to get more information."