When first Vestiago and then Isabelle appeared, she smiled warmly at the large man and returned the young woman's wave with a second smile. She was about to answer the girl's question when Vestiago bellowed from the kitchen and beat her to it, so she opted for a different tack. "Good morning, Isabelle. I trust you found the accommodations suitable?"

When Solomon spoke, she returned his arched eyebrow with a coolly neutral gaze and the barest hint of a smile on her lips. He was trying to strike back at her with her own tactics. How cute. "Some of us prefer the safety of anonymity to that of numbers. Especially when the others that allegedly keep them safe do not trust them in return." Only then did her own eyebrow arch, as if to challenge him for a response. She did so enjoy verbal duels. If you had a worthy opponent, they could be nearly as exciting as the physical ones. She glanced at the tea, but decided against drinking. With the sheer number of vials arrayed about Solomon's person, she wouldn't be surprised if simply placing the cup near him allowed it to become toxic. She didn't much fancy the idea of being sick in bed for the next month.