"About--?" Ilde straightens slightly under the scrutiny, tucking one foot behind the other and half-turning as he moves, tilting her head back so she doesn't miss anything he says when he's not in front of her. That she doesn't lose her balance in those heels, with her alcohol tolerance, is really something in and of itself - she tenses on the edge of what's noticeable when he's behind her, too.

After a beat, clarifying: "About performance?"