Natia looked astonished at the tale of hardship.  Despite the fact that dressing was nearly a mere formality, she still felt compelled to turn her back on Viviana some measure of privacy as she changed, whether she felt the need for it or not.  Natia swayed a little, still wearing her gala dress, and with her hands firmly clasped in front of her as her gaze wandered the wall.  "How horrid!  Baby farm?  We have nothing like that in Sarmatia, I promise you that." She said a bit haughtily but reigned it in.<br/><br/>"I do admire your practicality.  There is no manner in which you would have been able to get the information we sought trapped in a hoop skirt.  Perhaps if the good doctor would find himself in the position of wearing one he would be more likely to agree." She said with a smile on her lips.<br/><br/>When Vi was ready she turned around and glanced up and down, "My, you look rather dashing." She said in a briefly distracted tone, "Yes, the killer must still be here."  She said, determined to follow Viviana's lead and help in whatever way she could.