Claire just stopped and stared at the Trent. She had heard of them of course, thanks in no small part to her parents travels, but this was the first one she had ever seen in person.
And of course it was upset over Fromanzio's tactics. "Thanks Fromanzio; we only just enter another country and already you've sparked a diplomatic incident." Claire thought, though hiding an expression of it behind the emotionless face of her ambassadorial training.
"We are sir." she said, coming right out with the truth; hoping that through honesty, explanation, and apology (and more then likely recompense), further conflict could be avoided. "We arrived a few minutes ago to the sight of the destroyed caravan behind you, and the group of Sophronius eating the people and animals from it. In the resulting battle, in the heat of the moment, bombs were used in hopes of stopping them and saving any of the lives from the caravan we could. The resulting damage was collateral." Claire said, carefully and calmly, trying to provoke no immediate reaction from the Trent. She then continued, making her apology.
"Though I can think of no better way in which the problem could have been solved, such damage is our responsibility. I can only express my deepest apologies and sympathize for any loss of life, injuries, and damage incurred; particularly those that were innocent in the tragic loss. Though, words make a poor substitute, I hope you will accept my apology for our actions made in haste. If there is a customary way in which I can make recompense, please inform me and I will do my best to see it through." she finished, hoping the Trent didn't decide to hammer her into the ground like a tent stake.
She also hoped that Fromanzio would have the good sense to realize that his bombs would be hard to come by from her out (being in a mostly market-free country) and that wasting bombs trying to bring down a Trent would be insanity.
She also hoped her would care that it was insanity. She hoped he wouldn't say something like 'Oh yes, I loved watching the trees burn and the animals running around, turning to ash'... Honestly, she hoped he had passed out from smoke inhalation somewhere.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized she was leaving a lot up to "hope", reminding her of something her father once said - 'He who dines on hope; starves'; she hoped he was wrong.