She raises her eyebrows right back at him, a little bit insouciant, a ghost of a smile in her expression. Hasi slides into a chair next to where he's set up, legs crossed neatly at the knees. "If you think this is over the top, you see what I wear out at home."

Hasi sets her handbag down on the floor.

"Current state of affairs is highly relevant, in fact." She casts a glance toward the door, and tips her head back just slightly; it closes, in accordance with the movement, though she doesn't touch it. "Beko, their candidate mentioned in the messages. He's slated to win. He's the moderate, and he's done well with Howl Barrow. That can't happen."

There's a trace of sympathy in her voice. She does understand the position Beko is in, but she also thinks he sort of put himself there, and the consequences, if he is allowed to get what he wants, will be catastrophic.