Not very much longer after a certain conversation gone wrong, Ness pops up in Julius' door, shoulders back, head held high, trying her damnedest to look like she's not nervous to be here. It's mostly working, she thinks—the hands give her away, but they usually do: the hesitant way she holds at the door jamb, always ready to flee, to remove herself from underfoot as quickly as possible.

Easier to stay where it's hardly even remembered she exists, after all—but that's neither here nor there.

"Messere Seneschal, do you have a moment? I had some concerns I'd like to discuss with you, if time can be made."