The slap of Sho Kaga's hand did not go missed by Eloa. In fact, she even went so far as to raise an eyebrow at the oddly dressed elf. Perhaps they were friends? The short one drew her eyes as she spoke. Eloa's brow furrowed, they didn't seem very respectful. Then again, she did not know their dynamic and could not see Sho Kaga's facial expressions for his mask. The elf speaking as if she were incapable of answering questions herself did not help Eloa's opinion. Was she implying something? Eloa did her own little furrowed brow/narrowed blue eyed look at the two.<br/><br/>"As close as possible." She had adopted a more straightbacked pose after the pair at the desks had spoken up, summoning all her height: whatever that was. Oh, but she<span style="font-style: italic">did not</span>like such assumptions made of her. Of course, Eloa could very well have been making her own assumptions about the pair and they weren't really assuming anything. Alas, Eloa didn't care. They pricked her anger bubble, and perhaps pride a little, and she could hold a grudge for a very long time.<br/><br/>"It's just a preference, anywhere is fine." Eloa made herself look away from the pair and at her surroundings again. Now was not the time for raised emotions, even if she felt there was good reason. She had<span style="font-style: italic">tried</span>to keep her voice steady, but her words had come out just a little pinched. An urge to explain herself set an itch between Eloa's shoulder blades, but she refused to satisfy it. She did not need to explain herself to anyone. Eloa knew she really shouldn't let the pair get to her.