'Madam' doesn't get her attention as such, because it's rare that anyone addresses one of her kind thusly. Usually, it's 'ox' or something just as condescending, if not more so. But his footsteps behind her snag her attention and she turns to look, raising an eyebrow as she notes his armor, all polish and no wear. Perhaps humans would be impressed, but the normal wear and tear that comes with the life of an experienced soldier would impress her more.

Pausing, she turns around and folds her arms, a quick glance to ensure that the protestors aren't following them. Good. "Yes?"