For a few short, but tense moments, Meesei's heart pounded in her chest out of worry from Siloune's bold, and frankly rude demands. Her eyes shot over to Neesa, but mercifully, Meesei saw nothing approaching anger in the vampire's eyes. In contrast, she gave a light chuckle, though nothing overt enough for the Thalmor to notice. 

Meesei followed just behind Siloune. She kept her attitude following the same line as it had in their previous meeting a few days prior. She was respectful, but firm to avoid seeming subservient. Indeed, she hardly acted any different from Marod, who represented the other greatest nation in Tamriel. Hal-Neesa, in contrast, obviously cared little for respect. She was not [i]overtly[/i] causing trouble, but although she was not as tall as any of the Altmer present, she still looked down on everyone around her in every other way possible. She turned her nose up at the battlemages, and carried herself essentially like the proudest of Altmer nobles. Meesei was understandably worried, but inwardly thankful that Neesa at least did not yet feel the need to start talking.