[b][color=#778da9]"Hear, hear!"[/color][/b] Mirielle didn't understand half of the conversations going on the table, but she [i]could[/i] get Carmen and what he'd been so passionate about. Creator knew the world needed less grandstanding and more direct actions, yet it's as if everyone who ended up in a position of power agreed to grandstand in a massive genital-measuring contest instead of doing anything helpful. [b][color=#778da9]"We could use less politicians. How important could they be anyway?"[/color][/b]

As if she hadn't just said something completely irresponsible, the ex-inquisitor resumed attacking her meal as if she's picturing a pile of politicians piled at her mercy under the fork. Feeling the stare again, yellow eyes flickered to the redhead circus man... what was his name again? Oh beans. Let's hope someone mention it soon. 

Why's he staring though? She hadn't said anything overly interesting, had she?

He smiled. Mirielle paused, swallowed, and smiled back all businesslike. Ah, must've been a polite lad. Moments like this was the entire reason she spent more time than she liked to admit to make a "normal" smile. Whatever that meant. The others didn't elaborate much back then.

[b][color=#778da9]"The elves act at a pace that would make moss growing looks speedy. Perhaps it's their lifespan, but they cannot move with the same urgency we do."[/color][/b] Back to Carmen, she quipped with undisguised annoyance at their long-eared neighbors. That particular people had always been a source of mixed feelings. On one hand their origin was most noble, yet on the other hand they always felt rather... out of place. Always half-measures on all things despite being able to do more. [b][color=#778da9]"We'll finish what we strive out to, leave what comes after for the future."[/color][/b]

That long speech (for Mirielle standard) done, she nonchalantly leaned back and sipped on her wine. Maybe it's getting to her? She's being more talkative than usual today.