The thought was alien. Mostly because this was the Prime; he should be the one with the heaviest - if not the only - voice in the government, after all. Briefly, she wondered if they might have missed something... but no. She knew well how all the other attempts had gone.

"Ah." She nodded then, and kept quiet; she understood what he was saying, and she knew she couldn't question that when to do that... wouldn't just be against proper decorum and the function of light conversation at a public event like this, but the nature of her protest could be heard by others, and be very telling.

"In the interest of other thing, while they are still busy being "polite"..." Elita trails off as she takes a small bite of her cake, smiling, and then lowers her vocalizer; using comms at the moment would be exceedingly rude, especially as she started talking verbally, and it would be very obvious she'd have switched to comm.

"What would you rather be doing?" This is near whispered into his audial, Elita briefly standing on the tips of her pedes to reach, her optics flickering briefly as she lowers herself back, lop-sided smile on her faceplates.

She is here to entertain him if he wants the entertainment, even if she would usually not be addressed at functions like these.