Naiobe hardly bats an eye. She's used to this sort of bigoted dreck from Corwin, and it, at least, no longer phases her. "Have you gone<em>deaf</em>? I told you to get out." She moves, but not to back away. No, instead she turns toward the sitting room door, opening it and waving her hand in a shooing motion. "I'll see you at dinner, I'm sure."