[She bristles a bit more, but fully hidden under her cloak it's hard to tell exactly how put off she is. Still, it's clear in the way that she stands, knocking back her chair and spilling what's left of her wine across her plate.]
I feel no obligation to show you my face. Now, if you'll excuse me.
[Her words are sharp and snipped, and without giving him time to react lest he reach for her, she snakes her way into the crowd and attempts to disappear. She'll be hanging around the celebration a while longer, but any time Ivar catches sight of her she'll do her best to make herself scarce.]
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I feel no obligation to show you my face. Now, if you'll excuse me.
[Her words are sharp and snipped, and without giving him time to react lest he reach for her, she snakes her way into the crowd and attempts to disappear. She'll be hanging around the celebration a while longer, but any time Ivar catches sight of her she'll do her best to make herself scarce.]