Haman watched the other delegates with interest as more and more world heads arrived. they certainly seemed to be an interesting bunch, from a variety of nations, some similar to Zeon, and some not so much. In turn, she gave each her own appraisal, both the member states in the alliance they were currently a part of, as well as opposing nations. After all, Zeon was willing to play fast and loose with her own political allegiances should it benefit her end interests, so it was worth making these sorts of judgements. 

It was in the course of this though that the trio found themselves being approached by one of the giant robots, the 'Autobots', if memory served correctly. Haman stepped forward, Mashymre at her side, while Mineva looked up at Jazz with wide eyes, natural curiosity and awe tempered by years of training in royalty. Naturally, the blue haired man was ready to intervene should he need to, though what he could actually do in this situation was minimal at best.

"Yes, would you like something," asked Haman calmly, no betrayal of annoyance or negative emotions, but much rather preferring to converse with someone who had actual authority. But still, small beginnings, and any ties that could be built up between Zeon and other countries would be useful, even if they couldn't directly aid them.