As much as she's not especially interested in pursuing most of it (impulse-driven, she drifts back to Ivan's side now and then to remind herself what he would and would not like her to do and that she actually cares about that), she's been mildly entertained by the very different reception her visible inhumanity has earned here. Her scent is mostly perfume and cigarette smoke, but she passed a vampire earlier who remembered what lies underneath it from Gutters; she'd smiled, because she has no goddamn self-preservation instinct.

"I am," she says, on that note, twirling her empty cigarette holder in her hands for something to do; she's restless, almost, unable to still but not terrible demonstrative in it. "I was too young to see Hasi perform when we were in Italy-- I loved it, though, here. And I like what else you can see. It's beautiful, when you go up into the Ctenophora and just look down and watch everyone moving."

...a little more talkative for the booze, yes.