Oookay, so why did she said that?

There's part of Yvonne that normally restrained such uninhibited behavior when appropriate, but apparently she's inebriated enough to loosen it up. Otherwise, she wouldn't so easily throw that kind of invitation to Silas who currently stood in an ambiguous crossroad of the political clash. One that will likely turn into armed one sooner than later.

Oh well. Some of her regretted, other part simply taking it at stride, and a different portion suggested going where the problem couldn't touch her. Wouldn't be the first time she had to abandon ship.

Back to her table, there's Jazdia... and someone arguing with her. Rather intensely, in fact. It seemed to be ending though, whether the conversation running its course or due to Yvonne's arrival. Still, the bits and bobs of exchange she caught wasn't a pleasant topic to the ears.

[b][color=ec008c]"Lord Speaker Hastings, I am not here to bore myself with your rhetorics. You know who I am, so let us spare ourselves from this tedium.  My answer is no, if you are really concerned about what my old colleagues think, then you should stop, for the benefit of both nations."[/color]

"I seek what is best for my own nation, Lady Crystalspark. It is such a shame that you don't understand our intention. "

[color=ec008c]"Oh I understand enough.  You will wage war for profit, so do your worse on that. Now, if you please, my friend is coming.  Get out of my table!"[/color][/b]

Suppressing a scowl, Yvonne brazenly intruded as she returned to her seat like the other party weren't on the verge of becoming the second source of commotion tonight. There's certainly enough eyes on them at the moment, waiting for the pin to drop. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"My bad, that took longer than expected."[/color][/b] The mercenary briefly scanned the still covered meal on her side of the table, a servant briskly approaching to introduce the stuff. Then her sight went to the speaker, and finally Jazdia. [b][color=#a4161a]"You good, Sparky?"[/color][/b]