The young elven woman watches the drunken woman without reaction, then turns her gaze to meet the masked woman's hidden visage.  She interprets that something is expected from the group, but, in stoic fashion, refrains from offering an answer when no question is asked.  She knew very little of them, but she knows enough.  Some of those present value life less than coin, but Shiloh herself would be delusional to consider her path superior.<br/>The mask that stares from the mistress' face is as unfeeling as her past self, her former confidence, staring disapprovingly from inside her.  She waits, feeling a creeping sense of unease at what may be forming.  Her impulses are distracting her.  She cannot know these new associates already, so she begins by studying them physically... gauging size, carriage, certainty of motion, the distribution of weight and posture.