"Your grace," she tones it back with a bow of her head in respect for title. That would - explain a great deal. She hadn't seen many other women here, and Zarya had told her how they weren't inclined to let women fight.

She waits for her to walk forward first, before she follows in under the tent flap - and she has not adapted well to the cold, that stepping to be shielded even slightly from it is a relief. "Are you solely in command here ?" A woman she might be, but higher rank, and being told that they couldn't, didn't mean it didn't happen anyway.