Āita gives a small sigh when she sees the woman's smile. "Lady it is." she replies, softly before listening to her explanation. Her lips purse for a moment, nodding slowly, but there is a frown on her features. "If I may interject, Raphael, Lady, that seems like an odd leap of logic. Yes, Raphael represents something new, but so far he hasn't done much to disturb the peace other than being a focus for rumor and gossip. The summit itself, and the loud anti-slavery voices now congregating would surely be more of a motivator for the Empire to act. At the very least, with the information you have furnished us with." something rather annoyed flits within the Uldra's eyes, and her lips tighten again.