Carmen was not at all wrong to expect a welcoming party, as she found herself ambushed before even reaching the fort's outer walls. An interesting quadruple they were, she thought, observing their spider-like appearances and sophisticated uniforms. Somewhat heeding the guard's words, her walk slowed to a very gradual halt, and her arms parted to her sides. 
As the warning was made, she was quick to pick up on the implication of the fleet launching soon; this was good for Carmen, for it meant less chance of being an inconvenience to them. But with the worst case scenario considered, she was certainly not keen on being caught up within a skirmish or war, no matter how small- or large-scaled it could be. Still, it would be worth her time to enquire; considering how long she had been stuck here already, waiting for an alternative could stall her for many more months than she was willing.

Clearly protective of its master, the shark-faced companion remained ahead and to the left of Carmen, its four arms partially stretched in front of her. Her scout, however, swiftly ceased flight and swivelled around, assuming a prone stance on all fours. Even while crouching at ground level, the scrawny rabbit-like creature still measured up to Carmen's waist. Its elongated wings gently swept the floor, and its five blackened eyes stared emptily at the lone general, cautioning the man without a sound.

"Blessed souls..." Carmen began, wearing the lightest and most innocent smile she could muster. "It pleases me to see such an orderly people." her doctored voice was perfectly sleek and well-pronounced, with a sense of ethereal softness surely beyond human ability. Not once did she turn to glance at Mortimer herself, but it was clear she had spoken loud enough for him to hear. 
"...But isn't this a little much?" she questioned rather abruptly, her head raised at the guard who addressed the order. Making no sudden movements, she unfastened her coat buckle and removed the garment, apparently having nothing to conceal. 
"I bear no weapons, nor seek any harm," she clarified, while folding the garment over the shark creature's lower right arm. "I can sympathise with your concerns, but there are more polite ways to greet a lady than at gunpoint, no?"