Ivory had managed to ignore Geralt's presence to the entirety of her performance. It was irritating to have had to do it in this type of clothing, as the silk caused too much friction when twists and falls were made in direct contact with her skin, but no complaint escaped her. There was a part of her that was used to undergoing such things when she practiced in her room. It wasn't like it wouldn't heal anyway. It had become a norm with her act. 

When she was done, she was unfortunately forced to acknowledge Geralt's presence again. The knives she had been throwing around disappeared, as she didn't have any of her physical ones on her person, and she didn't really like to leave them laying around either. She fixed her clothing, and then stepped away from the silk, looking down at the magician with crossed arms at his words. 

[color=darkgray]"I really hate it when people don't get to the point. If you have something to say, say it. I'm not going to spend my day trying to decipher your vague responses. If you have ideas, share them."[/color] She said. It would only drag things on much longer. They weren't going to get anywhere if she constantly had to ask him what he meant, or what he was really thinking. It wasn't helpful, not to mention incredibly annoying.