Another glare was sent Izou's way. Ugh, he was probably right wasn't he. She smelled like Jason. There was a flicker of light in her eyes for a second... what an interesting thing to note. Still she managed to seem very annoyed. "Ugh, go away then. And I am busy, just because you don't get how busy doesn't change the fact that it's the truth..." she mumbled. Oh she was still in a bad mood. Actually, the idea that she smelled like Jason was exciting, but why would she want that. Oh right, this wasn't something she should be considering. Ah, she still had that pipe, she'd continue to think about stuff while she smoked. She definitely wanted a bath now right, brush her teeth make herself somewhat presentable after her excurison into the desert. "You're really annoying me Izou. And I wasn't planning to give it back, you gave it to me. It's mine regardless..." she mentioned. Yes indeed, this face was quite different. Spoiled, bratty and full of spite. What was more, she couldn't even properly target her spite because well... she couldn't aim it at the person who caused her so much mental dysphoria.
"I'm going to have a bath and you're going to not bother me for a few hours..." she said standing and marching off. She already knew important things, mostly because of her correspondence with Beatrice. She knew all important things had been arranged. The only annoyance here and now was the fact that Nerys wasn't around to give her beauty products she desired. Oh well, she supposed among the dozens of whores there had to be at least a reasonable alchemist somewhere. At least the basics could be covered even if she couldn't get her preference in products. And just like that, she was gone. Disappearing down open corridors towards what she knew to be her own room. She had a bath already prepared, and some half-naked males were moving about having finished their work in this room. A smirk crossed her face. Yes, that was much better. Tooth brushing, first on the list. She stood before a mirror looking at herself. Those blue eyes of hers, angrily shifting as she removed from her own mouth the taste of Jason's spunk. Would he be coming back anytime soon? Would he be happy to see her? The mechanical motion of brushing her teeth was all but lost as her mind travelled all over the place. Actually, she didn't care, obviously she could have any man she wanted. It didn't matter if Jason never came back.