It's funny how many worlds still have some form of a political system established. She's seen a vast range of different ways those systems could be established, but there was a large percentage of worlds that always had someone bowing to someone else. It was just the way certain things had to be done, and she had yet to encounter a world that had figured out a better system.

A childhood as a princess and so much more trained her how to keep her head in places like these. But training under Geralt and her own natural tendencies made her chafe under the watchful eyes of the dignitaries that decorated the room.

She rolled her eyes at the comments of never measuring up. She walked away from those who called her world primitive. And she just stared perplexed at the green-skinned people who seemed hell-bent on engaging her about "Robotica"?

It was easy to lose her head. Too easy. Instead she strode off, snapping a quick retort about not knowing what Robotica was, but hoping whatever it was they at least had more manners than the Coluans.

She makes her way to the edge of the room, taking a deep breath. She doesn't want to be in a place like this. She can be, but she doesn't want to be. And the weight of the second sword on her back is a reminder of how far she's come only to be... here. Now.

She rolls her eyes again and folds her arms as she leans against the wall. "What is Robotica anyway?" she wonders aloud to herself in annoyance more than anything, but she's willing to hear it from other ends as well.

"All right," Ciri speaks up, her voice loud and clear.

She raises her hands slightly, leveling them at her shoulders. Her palms her up, facing out at the man with the gun. A clear sign of surrender. She takes a slow step to the side, stepping away from the dignitaries nearest her. She moves carefully, so as not to disturb the man too much.

"You certainly have our attention. No one has to get hurt," she shakes her head.

While she's talking, though, she casts a glance at the nearest Legionnaire she can sight. She doesn't know her teammates yet, but she's trusting that if they're a part of the team it's for good reason. She locks eyes with whoever, then drags them back to the shooter at the front. The clear leader based on the demands he's taken.

"Just tell us what it is your after. We're all listening." Don't make her glance again. There's only so many ways to keep a man distracted so others can move in to take him down.