With a sigh, the guards move to either side of their 'leader', so as to minimize the possibility of her meeting someone new or getting any ideas. Sometimes she was a tad... Too helpful. Like when a little girl asked to be a princess, and in granting her wish Sen accidentally crashed the local economy. 
    Unfortunately, the best laid plans of mice and men typically end in a cockup. Sen just leans forward and cheerfully says, "Hello!" To the gentleman who's sitting near her. "How's it going? I'm Sen, it's nice to meet you!" She extends her hand for the man to shake. 
     The guard nearest the man gives him a whithering glare, and mutters, "...It's Our lord and savior, Sen the infallibly omnipotent..." 
     This elicits an eye-roll and an audible groan from Sen, "Guys, can you just let me talk for a bit? Go get a drink over there or something." She gestures vaguely at one of the tables. 
     "B-but your holiness, you should be given the respect and protection that is-"
     "Please?" She interrupts with an insistent look. 
     The guards sigh, and nod in unison, murmuring, "As you wish, your holiness," Before both ordering a drink (pan galactic gargle blasters for both of them. They may be at work, but they sure as hell are gonna need it) from the bartender and wandering off to a table. 
     Finally having gained some privacy, Sen sighs in relief and once again smiles at the gentleman next to her, "Sorry about that, where were we?"