[ Neria only lifts a single eyebrow at the crowd, as if testing what they will say. Her eyes scan their faces, all hidden by masks, and she tries to pick out any obvious characteristics among them. Surely there must be something they are missing, something obvious. A sneer, a chuckle, someone carrying themselves differently... But there's nothing, always nothing.

What are they missing?

She keeps her expression as unchanging as possible, all professional even as Cullen joins her, and especially as she hears the quiet giggles as Cullen turns back. She leads him out of the throng and far enough away from his admirers before she speaks. ]

I'm starting to miss fighting Darkspawn. I'd take mindless monsters over mindless airheads tonight.

[ At least the older men and women in the gathering tonight have provided enough intellectual discussion for her not to feel as if she might scream. Neria enjoys the Game for what it is, for the calculated measures, but the sheer level of foolishness in some of the attendees tonight leave much to be desired. ]

She's not actually looking for you, you know. I thought you could use some air after...all of that.

[ And it gives them the opportunity to get a different perspective on the area they've been watching for some time. ]