"Finding anything you want to steal for yours?" Hasi inquires of Deacon, lightly; she doesn't think the club rivalries here are actually quite as fierce as in London, so she feels more comfortable discussing this playfully in Baedal than she would elsewhere. It's not as if this is a vampire bar, after all.

She greets Ilde more properly (now that Ilde is presumably stood in the quest of said steadiness) with kisses on the cheek, familiar and comfortable in the gesture.

"In the flesh, finally. I've heard a little about you." This is, probably unsurprisingly, for Ivan.