The little knot of people suddenly around Jedao does a few things: it cuts the lines of sight behind Seyli's glimmering figure and gives Reshad time to think through her response.

She meanders toward the buffet table to set her empty glass down on a tray, liquor still warm in her throat from the last few sips. Awareness of where people are is rarely so useful as when communication relies on vision, and she makes sure to block her signing hand from Remi's sight with her body. Imminent danger? It's a known risk that someone else might catch her signing, but she'd rather hide the conversation from the object of the discussion.

Especially when it could be as simple as mistaken identity. Jedao and Remi occupy two different places on the timeline she's memorized. So: how? She doesn't think he's lying, not unless he's an actor to rival any dramatist. A mistake is possible. Also possible: there is something afoot she does not understand, and the way to address that is investigation.

While she idly chooses dumplings to ballast the shot, she keeps his free hand in sight. That course brings her closer to the lights.