[ It isn't as if Hawke is unaware of the amount of Enforcers lingering about the room. She made a note when she arrived to take stock of every single one out of a long worn out habit. In the back of her mind, she's aware of just how many are in the room and just what vantage point they're keeping guard of. She hates it almost, how her instincts yell at her to do this each time -- but she's become very good at appearing as if it's nothing she'd ever give thought. If she presents herself as semi-incompetent, no one will ever believe otherwise. That's how Hawke likes it, less pressure on her shoulders, less blood on her hands.

So, in a way she's not surprised when someone calls her out for being anxious about the other problems in her life. She blinks, looking up from the PDD and to the smirking face in front of her. A name, a name. Something with a G. Something stupid too, she remembers thinking. Ugh, she should've memorized the list. ]

I'd say I'm looking perfectly sharp as it is. [ Haha, get it. Because she's hot? The ego on this woman. ] But if you disagree, you're welcome to state your case. I'm desperate for a good laugh.

[ She will put the PDD away though, no use in mindless refreshing and a moment later, she has her hands loosely clasped behind her back and a smile on her face as she rocks on her feet and drags her eyes over Giovanni, sizing him up or checking him out -- hard to tell. ]

I was only checking my messages. Nothing terribly sinister, I assure you. Still an eye on the crowd and who is snatching a finger sandwich too many. Promise.