"Yes," X says, without nodding.

She's too busy trying to herd a vast swathe of clockwork servants in the direction she wants them to go.

Which is the other side of the ballroom, far enough away from the pillars to keep them from impeding Bruce's field of view.

"I will tell you when."

Likely when she's got them as tightly clustered as possible, while still providing an avenue of retreat for herself.

It seems sensible.