"If you need anything, anything at all, we will be right outside this door, Princess."
Saoirse put on her best approximation of a sad but innocent smile.
Saoirse: "Th-thank you, Captain. I will."
The Captain bowed, reverently, and closed the door behind him. Saoirse put her ear to the door and raised a hand to her "handmaidens" behind her, palm splayed. With each finger she counted the seconds, until she was sure the military man and his soldiers were out of earshot. Once she had a closed fist, "the princess" pivoted her dainty heels, arms crossed, a smug smile gracing her heart-shaped face.
Saoirse: "Ladies and gentlemen, we did it."
Scorpius: "Yes, I'm sure you're very satisfied with yourself, your majesty, but I have a small question or three-"
He threw off his disguise--shawl, shapeless dress and all--into a bundle and kicked it viciously across the room.