Resting an elbow on the table on being announced by her full name save for the middle initial, Kaite looked to the attendees as they were called. Eyes flicked back to Sadron from the half-elf who resolved to sit in spite of the call to stand.
[color=a187be]"...for?"[/color] She asked, lifting an eyebrow in bemusement. A freelance to the core, simply being tasked by authority was hardly enough for Kaite to see reason behind her service beyond solid rational scaled against the weight of earnings. In her mind she owed none of the elves a moment of her time, and was hard pressed to look past her own prejudices in order to see the common good that cooperation would present, long-term.

[color=a187be]"I received a letter, nothing more"[/color] The half-elf sighed, leaning back onto the rear two legs of their seat and crossing a leg over the other. Receiving the look from Sadron garnished with his chosen words had urged her to this point, and Kaite was curious just how badly she was 'required'. The hint of such implication worked a sly grin to her expression as she had picked up their helmet from the table, visor facing them. [color=a187be]"If you lack imagination, I could certainly suggest a mutually beneficial price~"[/color]  she chirped, though leaving the statement where it was since the enticement of a high-elf deliberating over a 'mortal's ' price was delicious, in concept, especially considering Sadron.

After a tense moment, Kaite turned her head to the other side, holding eye contact with the high-elf in a silent promise with little expressed regard other than how she shifted her feet to the floor and made to stand. [color=a187be]"The collection's shadows meet my own; I promise little outside of the best of my abilities...but my best is the least I can offer-"[/color] She stated, tackily leaning forward to sate the  [color=black]idiot[/color] high-elf's request, a hand locked on the helmet laid face down into the table. [color=a187be]"-given the circumstance"[/color] Kaite's words concluded with a shrug. While it may be disconcerting for the rest reliant on her role, the display was mostly to jar Sadron whom Kaite could only fathom would be increasingly put-off by her flimsy presented compliance. 'To be honest', a royal favor was a tall order that only a fool could pass up, and making the high-elf sweat was only an added bonus.