She felt her eyes narrow, before taking her hand down and crossing her arms under her breasts. "My name is Zelanthia, Cerise. I am trying to be polite to the escorts who could easily kill me and my companion. But if you would rather, I can be a bitch if that would be more comfortable for you?"<br/><br/>She touched the centaur's mind, looking for what she would respond well to, and what she would not, wanting to keep all three of them with her, and that meant she would have to be careful in her manipulations. Skilled companions, especially ones like centaurs, would be essential for survival until she knew what was wrong with her.