[ she initially feels a tad bit intimidated by the man beside her, but though his voice speaks low, there’s a calmness to it that seems to assure her that she has little to worry of it. in any case, he presents her with a concise answer, though it only seems to puzzle her, a knit forming between her brows. ]

A tour? At this speed? You can hardly get a good look at anything at all.

[ as it to affirm this to herself, she turns where she sits, trying again to peer through the window, this time towards the one much closer to her, and still, it all remains a blur on the outside.

but then he presents that question, and for a second, it throws her off, the form of it almost even seemingly rude to her surprise and the first instinct is to respond that she’s a queen. but then she remembers the designations of this city, still not accustomed to its methods of dividing its citizens. ]

I suppose I’m a dominant. At least, that’s what they’ve come to tell me.