[Gina's surprise draws her out of her Serious Pondering momentarily, and she can't help giggling, just a little. How silly! She won't be a "your majesty" until she becomes queen! It's a faux pas she can forgive, though, drumming her fingers against Gina's in a way she hopes is soothing.]

It's all right—you can call me "Princess" if that's more comfortable. Or... maybe just "Zelda"...? I think... I'd like that, too.

[Her voice goes a little distant, then, as she casts her gaze out to the strange and foggy streets of the mirror's London. Like she's somehow not entirely certain of why she would enjoy being known simply as "Zelda," just that the thought sounds appealing in a way beyond the usual idle flights of fancy she entertains while daydreaming through a particularly boring economics lesson.

(There's always been a part of her that's existed along the threshold of time, finding familiarity in things she's never seen before and prophesying events that have yet to unfold. Elsewhere, a Sheikah youth trekking his own way through the mirror world feels something like a pit open up in his stomach.)

But Zelda shakes her head, clearing it of those thoughts.]

Um. In any case, I was wondering... what would you do if you knew someone was doing something wrong, or you knew they were going to do something wrong, but the people in charge said you weren't allowed to stop them? Have you ever had a problem like that before?

[Now that she actually says it out loud, it does sound like a bit of a long shot, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.]