Ana sat with a blank expression, her eyes fixed on the chaotic scene playing out before her. She could feel the noise of scratching and bleating inside her head slowly receding, leaving her with a brief sense of peace. She had no interest in joining the disorderly "conversation" that was taking place, as she found most of the people involved to be insufferable. Instead, she arranged her hood and adjusted her robes, blending into the background as she continued to watch. 

The same degenerates, all talking at once and competing for "who can make the most noise", and then there was the alien still trying to figure out the ass of a riddle, Sabriel gave it. The noise was irritating, but Ana managed to tune it out as she focused on her thoughts. She wondered how long it would be until she could escape the chaos and retreat to the solitude of her room.