He's heard of her. (He's heard of all the delegates, and these days, he doesn't forget things). Adventurer, won election in a county she's currently occupying the western half of, killed the last count – who certainly deserved it – and hasn't yet made enough trouble for the new one to justify anyone's involvement. He appreciates it. He sends a message by Telepathic Bond to let Ip Sang he'll be five minutes late to their meeting on the progress of the teleportation circle network. 

"Certainly. What is it you need?'

Séfora smiles tightly. "What do you want, President Cotonnet? Do you want the same thing again? In fifty years, when your good nobles are dead, and boots come again on the neck of every man? You are from Galt, I think, so you understand. I want a new committee. This one- they heard Alternatives to Monarchy. What they would do is a new coat of paint. It is still the rotten house beneath. I want a committee for the Further Revolution."

As it happens, Élie wants any number of things. At this moment, he wants to understand why the Sothis-Indapatta portal won't stabilize and if it has anything to do with reports of unusual ley line activity in Vudra. He wants his arcane engines to grant third circle spells, and he wants more of them, and while he's at it he wants arcane Plant Growth, and he wants to finish his new headband, and he most especially wants to be thinking about any of that instead of any of this. He wants to stop being afraid that any moment might bring a sudden attack from Geb. He wants Galt to be a Republic, and Cheliax, and for all the peoples of the world to rise up and demand their freedom. He wants to see his children this subjective week. 

"What I want isn't what matters, is it, delegate? This is your country, not mine. Do what you think is best for it. That's why you're here."  

She nods. He isn't going to help. "That is fair and just," she lies. She will do what is best for her country. With her sword.