Ithi'Ka is thankful to avoid the gaze of the watchmen for the time being, though more of a habitual secrecy than immediate necessity.  She checks their faces for familiarity, considers their demeanors, all as if she were an automation.  She admires the Whisper Gnome for a moment, covertly appreciative of her social form and charm-- two things Ithi'Ka does not possess-- and subtly enjoying the shape of the lithe slip of a thing... well-proportioned and graceful, the comedienne is hard not to enjoy looking upon, even if Ithi'Ka fails to grasp much of the humor.<br/><br/>Tipping her head to one side, she takes a moment to study the new statue.  Certainly not the kind of thing Ithi'Ka has ever had an eye for, the Drow can still distinguish fine art from fluff art.  In this case, however, it's more the subject that interests her.  Surely some well-financed, well-built girl from the coast, or maybe a well-proportioned half-elf posed for this one.  Less likely, it was some mythic figure of the old race.  Either way... that's one thing she enjoyed here.  The scenery.<br/><br/>Aside from the statue, which she had no qualms about ogling, there was the proprietor, the staff... for the most part, she was indifferent.  But sometimes, when she became familiar with a lovely man or woman and that person proved exceptional-- deserving of respect-- she came to regard any opportunity to study them to be an enjoyable diversion.  Even an exciting one.<br/><br/>Idle chatter didn't go over well among these professionals, but Ithi'Ka thought on Hawk for a moment, not making eye contact, and let slip one of her rare instances of conversational verbiage.  "The statue, it is classy," she says, not making eye contact.  "Your business does well, I see."  Professional enough.  She reviews the details, studies the crowd and glances, once more, over at Hawk to see if he's appreciative of her attempt at socialization.<br/><br/>I would take 10 on the spot, if applicable, result: 20.