Ilde is always a bit reserved when she's sober, but it's different this evening; she's abstract and withdrawn, not quite there, almost consciously a few steps back from the rest of the world and letting Ivan navigate it for her instead as she lingers at his elbow and fidgets with her bracelet. She musters a half-smile for Hasi in greeting-- but her gaze keeps wandering, making sure she knows where everything in the room is.