She openly stares at the new person as they come in, still unable to quite fit the... rapider than expected degradation into her head. "So... if you eat a lot, then it will..." she trails off, unconsciously rubbing her belly and giving Valeani the stare a bird who isn't quite able to fly right that second would give a quick-looking feline. The harpy shifts in her seat, and mumbles, "Well, I mean, you can't blame me... anyway, are we leaving soon? I'm okay with leaving soon." She also doesn't look directly at anyone's aberrant dragonmark, having realized belatedly her aunt may have had multiple layers to her plan  she hadn't planned on.