"Obvious to wh-" Reshad's in mid-question, tone carefully curious, when the teacups rattle. Ears open for the sound of a siren, she visibly flinches, hand curling protective around the red pseudodragon. The Cantata's voice gives her enough time to settle, and by then the conversation has moved on

Not, she thinks, that she's finished with it.

She looks curious once the rattling is done. "You can- but how?" It's perhaps impolitic, Sasha showing a surprising amount of teeth to Gerae.