Ithi'Ka nods, barely catching the serving girl's eye in acknowledgement.  She no reaction to the Midnight Steel's behavior, glossing over them with her gaze the same way the regulars overlook the kitchen smoke.  Instead, she begins picking lightly at her food with a two-tined fork, not seeming to grasp the concept of eating various foods together and instead seeming perplexed at the notion that she should make sport of finding the mushrooms and potatoes among the other stuff.<br/><br/>The circus and steel's dichotomy is no strange thing to her.  Despite her introversion and sulkiness, the young drow has seen the city beneath this one, but is no less an alien there than here.  She speaks to knave softly, knowing that her shadow will hear her just and know she is addressed.  "Your assessment?" She asks gently.  "Please."<br/><br/>