[She's playing nice here, so far, doesn't have a reason not to. Sakaar was survival, eventual death. This is a holiday. She's got her reasons for being here and came willingly, if they want to pay her to sit around and make friends and drink, she's had worse gigs.

She rolls her eyes, long and hard, at his admonishment.]

Don't worry about me, your majesty, I read the pamphlets, too. I'm on vacation, so don't threaten me with authority, unless you're offering to help me work off the tension. [Her smile is sharp, even as the camera shakes and blurs for a moment as she clearly kicks back into a chair. Her king he may be, but not here, as he has just reminded her with his mention of authority. She has no intention of breaking the laws here, there's no reason to. Besides, the monthly stipend should be more than enough to keep her in the black, for now.]