Acting governor, Elizabeth thinks. On the authority of His Majesty.

Several heartbeats later, she seems to come to a decision.

"Commodore," she says by way of an answer, stepping forward so her face is better illuminated by the candle's soft light. She looks somber in her black clothing, and weary in a way that suggests she's been through a lot since their last meeting. "You're not what I expected to find."

Hand still resting on her sword, she regards him with a proud expression more suited to someone welcoming a guest into her home, not invading another's.