Geneviève hadn't even noticed the elf, because really, he's an elf. They're small and squirrely and beneath her notice at least half the time. Whe he speaks she looks a little startled, but not like she's about to strike him for daring to speak to a Chevalier. She's surprised he spoke to her certainly, but hitting people for speaking, well. That's something she finds simply barbaric.

"Many enjoy speaking simply to be heard, perhaps that is why they all speak the common tongue while here," she replies, not looking at the elf but patting Calixte's nose affectionately. She knows there are several Orlesians here, of course. She has a dossier on every noble that might come to her for protection. And a list of who and who not to ignore.