Alexa nods, completely serious and also to keep the dismay off her face. Poor girl just lost her mother. She remembers how lost she was when Molech died. Of course Isty doesn't want to be reminded of her post.

"Isty, then."

And she relaxes. It's an order, so she does it. 

And as somebody relaxing with a friend, Lords above, Isty's cute. There's a part of her that wants to trace those scars and ask for the stories behind them. Did they happen before, after, or during the battle against the Eater of Worlds? How does she feel about them--are they marks of pride, honor, regret? Are they warnings of too-close encounters with Hades, or simply the nicks picked up in sparring?

Maybe Vasilia could help her curate a few drinks which are neither too toxic nor too intoxicating for a night of stories. 

Carefully--but not so carefully that she's no longer relaxing--she picks up the paper and unfolds it.  "If I may be so bold as to ask a question of you, to what purpose the distraction? Do you often need to... redirect the brainsquids?"