Rauko winces a bit at the Lady's forceful prods, and the hairs on her neck stand on end when she hears just how icy-cold the other woman's voice is. It wouldn't be fair to say that the Lady terrifies her; but she certainly inspires a healthy sense of self-preservative anxiety.<br/><br/>And the woman's sudden grin doesn't exactly make it better. For a brief moment, Rauko wonders if she should just try and vanish among the caravan, staying out of sight and mind until they reach their next destination; but if she did, she might as well wear a sign declaring herself guilty of some crime or another. There's another option, though; just play ignorant, like she doesn't understand the implications of her "talent."<br/><br/>"Ah... Is something wrong, Lady?" Just like she were in the Ivory Rose, the infiltrator lowers her head in a deferential bow when questioning the officer; her best bet is to just look like the hired help and fade back into the recesses of the woman's mind, after all. "I-if I am not going beyond my station in asking, I mean."