The query 'where does she keep her weapons in that outfit' shows, in Ilde's opinion, a marked lack of creativity. In fairness, it does require at least some effort on the part of most, whereas she has the convenient ability to hide anything she likes on her person by simply adding it to the list of things she's already hiding at a given moment, like 'what she really looks like'. Illusions are her strength- the unreal quality of her appearance is a feature, not a flaw.

(In a pinch, she'll put a high heel through somebody's eyeball.)

Perversely, she's pleased by her own level of caution (at walking into a place like Gutters with a pulse), blithely ignoring the fact that it's hard to use that as an example of her clearly sufficient self-preservation instinct when she is, nevertheless, strolling in on Ivan's arm with a beating heart pumping uniquely enticing blood through her veins. Confident in both her own ability to take care of herself and the fact that if nothing else Ivan is bizarrely possessive of said blood, the fact that she's invited herself along gives her pause, but-- well, not as much as it could.

Both Sonja and Remy are likely to be interested in how this goes. She has every intention of walking out as calmly as she's walking in.