Well, that had been an answer she was expecting. There were few explanations for someone like Karl Leid having his own protective detail, but their refuge had not been in the validity of their disguise but in the absurdity of questioning it. Leid had been less than cooperative but deep down he seemed to understand that whatever was happening was beyond him so long as he kept his nose down. That hadn't been enough for him, apparently. Her explanation probably wasn't good enough for the Thistle knight dancing with her either. She wondered what Thomas was getting at, bringing up the question of her supposed employer, but hearing someone supply an explanation was relieving in some tiny way. "I haven't known him to take up whoring, but that would be a happy ending. I can only hope my comrade is with him. For my sake, mostly," She said, finding it quaint that there was someone besides herself wondering where the man had gone. Thomas was right in his assessment that no matter what was happening, Leid was unlikely to be of any import in it. She took the opportunity to redirect while she had it, and wondered aloud, "It's strange for the king to arrive so late, don't you think?"