The woman narrows her eyes down to icy slits and rakes them over Apollonia, once, from head to toe. Her gaze makes it way back up to meet Apollonia's directly at a leisurely and unhurried pace, and her mouth flattens to a prim and dismissive line.

"I'm afraid these aren't office hours." She cocks her head, the stray strands of hair loose from her bun floating around her face. "I recommend having your people get in touch with his people to schedule an appointment."

It's bravado. Of course it's bravado. But bravado has gotten her fairly far to date, and she balks at the idea of giving this 'Saint' unfettered access to the man she still can't really imagine as an emperor of anything.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? Directions up the road?" That's a little petty of her, but she doesn't appreciate the hostility. She doesn't appreciate all the little implications people keep expecting her to pick up.