At Merlin's approach, Britannia shifted slightly to get a better look at him, her eyes meeting his when he stopped. As a blank, rather meaningless smile curled her lips, she gave him a rather awkward shrug as her shoulders rubbed against the wood of the dock.

"As well as can be expected." She answered ambiguously. She was a nation without guidance and an empire without underlings, but all that being said? She was still alive, so that had to be something. "I don't believe we've met. I'm the Britannian Empire."