Eliza smiles to herself looking about. Her eyes taking in the bits of flesh here and there. Those almond shaped eyes linger for long moments on the changeling, staring at her massive chest. But the swordswoman draws her stares the longest of all of them... Her mystery and allure... The question of who she was...<br/><br/>She kept listening to the chatter, paying special attention to the changeling as well as the silent swordswoman.