It's probable that any observers more familiar with Ilde in other contexts would be a little startled by her evident manner here, not quite a persona but not quite who she is any more, either; she used to sit in cafés having conversations like this, earnest and interested, stirring her spoon through her tea while she talks because it occupies her hands, covering her unsettling stillness with habits she used to have. The engaging nature of her is less odd, in moments like these, but it's work to remember what it was like being Miss Featherstonehaugh and not the rhinemaiden.

Worth the fuss, though-- "There are the fogbeasts that have adapted or..." Or designed, or come from places like that, and she isn't really sure which of these options is the more alarming thought. "I don't know of any being brought back as live specimens."

This is a charming conversation to have while people around them are eating.