[ She doesn't respond at first, but her body language says quite a lot. She shifts uncomfortably, and her complexion goes pale. She seems to be debating to herself, before she looks up cautiously at Cid. Her eyes dart nervously at the attending crowd, and she leans in, and lowers her voice. ]

I was cleaning Prince Arthur's room on the day that it happened.

[ Her breath goes shaky, her voice tight. ]

I watched him disintegrate before my eyes.

[ And she clasps her hand over her mouth. Not in the manner of accidentally sharing a secret, but to keep the shock and grief at bay. ]

We've been...panicking...

[ She decides to stop herself there, because otherwise, she may start crying on the job. ]