Monica - "Your Majesty! How may I ever be of service to you?"

You looked to see Monica staring straight at you, essentially stars in her eyes. She approached you gleefully.

Monica - "Are you cold? Shall I bring you a coat and some tea? Oh! Or maybe you'd like coffee instead? We may be at war so resources are quite scarce... but not for the Empire, and especially not for Your Majesty! Oh, but maybe I should let you speak, sorry, sorry...! Basically... how can I assist you?"