Had it been that exceptional? Elita stared back, surprised, her own optics wide and bright until her processor reviewed what just had happened, and her programming put together the clues. It still wasn't easy to not feel slightly... embarrassed or pleased? that it had been taken that way.

"Productive in what way? I'm sure you have quite a few things you'd like to engage in rather than this." This time, Elita tried to sound interested, helm tilted upwards, but neutral, even if she kept close, hugging the arm she was holding onto as she took another bite out of the oilcake, briefly letting her gaze wander the huge room.

No sign yet... She wasn't sure what she'd do if this--- No, she was busy.