Herian has been watching with silence, standing and facing the corner, though she turns as the others continue to speak. Her gaze flickers between the Commander and the Provost, before settling on her fellow diplomat. Urgency rarely accompanied good news, and the group here is eclectic to say the least.

There seems little necessity in urging her on further, with multiple prompts already in place. She simply stands, posture rigidly correct, countenance equal parts inscrutable and severe.