Porthos has barely had time to acknowledge that yes, it is the Queen (for some reason, the last people he expected to see here were his King and Queen, as if their royal status set them above the whims of this place), and he's about to go and bow to her when Aramis draws him aside. When he looks away from the Queen and at his friend's face, it's impossible not to recognise that look, and he instinctively tugs his gloves on a little tighter (odd how he still feels a little unused to things this way around, now). "What's going on?" he asks, since, clearly, something is.