"So that's where you were before now," Rita muses, glancing at the pod before giving the recording her full attention.

As she watches, a look of disgust crosses her face. Her own tail, concealed under her skirt, tenses and curls in sympathy. "Never saw those servants around. Looks like he keeps them out of sight," she says with a scoff. A severed tail... did the Prince do that? Or did she? Whatever it was, there's no doubt that the Prince is to blame.

"I should've known he'd be like this. He's fae, after all." Rita utters the word fae with about as much derision as 9S would use in the word machine.