Ithi'Ka opts for silence, allowing the man to do the speaking.  She snaps subtly and entirely unnecessarily at Kasumi in a gesture of command.  The ruse gives her little pleasure in these circumstances, nor does she relish the sights as she would normally-- what with all the opulence and attractive, unclad forms.  She can't help but focus on the deception, however, as a distraction from the fear... she's not really afraid of being here, of being humiliated or brutalized or even killed, really.  But anything that happens to Kasumi is going to weigh on her conscience more than the hundreds she killed through psionic sabotages... the poisoning of the mind-well, so to speak.  Kasumi's doing this, apparently, for nothing other than friendship.  Ithi'Ka doesn't keep friends well, and getting one into all this, all for some infantile obsession?  She's furious with herself.<br/><br/><i>Focus on the job,</i>she chastises herself in her mind, transitioning smoothly to a venemous smile at greeting the man who has risen to his feet.  She extends her hand the way she has seen ladies do, but has never done herself before now.  Long fingers, leather-gloved, look to be gloved in polished calfskin all the way to her elbow.  She wants to check Kasumi's reaction, but dare not look yet.  "Charming place," she says coyly.  She doesn't try to hide her accent, but speaks formally and carefully regardless.  It's better she come off as a foreigner, in this case, since she's not known here, and she gives the man a sour smile.