Ithi'Ka scowls in Garrett's direction.  The woman he's hauling about like an oversized bundle is beyond the means of consent.  The girl is mindless, despite having creamy flesh, supple curves, and being well-groomed... Ithi'Ka catches herself staring the girl down, and feels a little repuled by her own reaction.<br/><br/>"She is a dog in the mind," Ithi'Ka says flatly, letting the words hang in the air before turning her gaze back to the Brelandic journalist.  "Even if her cunny is human's-- maybe even nice one-- is this not like fucking a dog?"<br/><br/>Shrugging subtly, Ithi'Ka regards the journalist with a teasing smirk.  "Is okay if that is custom for Breland.  I am only curious."  One silver eye closes in a subtle wink, then she seems to forget the matter entirely and she sets back to work.<br/><br/>She writes a note of script for the major-- a quick funds transfer for her paycheck-- and picks up the boots and the small, double-ended scepter from the table, stuffing them into her haversack.