Kett moans suggestively when she's grabbed up from her kneeling position by the tribunal guards, giving a voluntary shudder at the touch, and instantly feels the grip slacken slightly, though not release entirely as she's marched through the gates. One of the oldest tricks in her book, and so far - regardless of who or what it was - it hadn't ever failed to work (though she hadn't yet tried it on any clankers). It was mostly for her comfort rather than slipping away in this instance. She didn't much fancy her odds at escape, especially in her current state. "Ah, you better give me that back when we're done," she mutters to the one to her right, jutting her chin towards the staff they've now 'confiscated'. "It's mine."

Her eyes drift to the sword the Colonel's carrying. A pricey ornament, but she doubted it was any good for actually swinging. The weight would be all off from the blade, and woe betide him if he were foolish and rich enough to have the actual edge made of platinum. But it'd make an excellent souvenir if she could swipe it. Perhaps she'd be able to pocket some other things while they were at the centre of 'power', or what pretended to be power. Not all that powerful if they can't deploy their own troops in their own city for fear of starting a war. Or restarting one. Paper tigers, one and all. No wonder Arimart had to bring in outside help, must've been the only way to get anything done.