The subject of her inconvenient physiology having passed, Ilde shakes her head briefly. "Not long." And not much longer, she hopes. Her gaze wanders away from him when he isn't speaking, though she's not actually disengaging the conversation; she's not unfriendly but distant, and sometimes disconcerting in the way she seems perceptibly out of step with the rest of the world around her. (When she is looking at him, it's almost too focused, still as she is; she's a worrying sort of a woman.) "I don't like the koolaid vibe." To repurpose Sonja's assessment.