He simply raised an eyebrow, before shrugging and boldly following her like he had walked on invisible platforms all his life, though a stubborn refusal to look down revealed that he was faking it as best he could. He felt his eyebrows rising as he saw the obvious authority figures, and immediately realized that the plainness of their clothing was all the more striking compared to some of the more fanciful ones the courtiers used, though he also had to firmly remind himself several times that he was, at best, a bug compared to most if not every last one of them. Only the Queen's standing directive likely kept him from becoming an over sized tick to feed the fishes below him, or something equally unpleasant. He made a mental note to keep his mouth shut on the various nasty punishments he had heard them inflicting. No sense giving them ideas if they hadn't already thought of them.