Though she does know a thing or two about what Hasi is - not everything, but enough - Ilde just shrugs, smiling, shifting a little on Ivan's knee to keep the both of them comfortably in view. She's not going to spend half the conversation peering back over her shoulder and missing half what's said, thank you.

"We can ask Mitchell when he gets here, too," she suggests, dryly, because of course she knows who Hasi went with; she bought him a shirt especially for it. "Or, there's probably a room for self-flagellation, isn't there?"

Young lady.