Blackbird simply nods to the Priscus of Savages, maintaining her practiced composure.
To the Harpy, the neonate offers a smile, some warmth returning to her face as Rebecca offered her compliments on her willingness to help. "I appreciate your compliments, Madam Harpy," she says, "In nights such as these, we all should do our part."
Then Blackbird's glance flitted back to John, her smile lessening as the Gambler again left her greeting - and presence - unacknowledged, just as he did many nights before. Blackbird was a prideful creature. She had thought Davis' first instance of misplaced arrogance had been a fluke. Clearly, it had not.
Unfortunate. For you.
For a moment, an expression of cold acceptance washed over the neonates fate. Then she returned her attention to the Harpy, her face returning to its friendly smile, "I am certain all of Clan Daeva would agree obligations owed to her Majesty take precedence," she offered, "If it befits the needs of the Court, I will happily take my leave."
Davis was ignored as he rambled. Certainly, none of the words were meant for Blackbird, but the inaction nonetheless signaled a shift from the neonate's normal habit of affording elder Kindred her attention. The Black Sheep had proven inept at building bridges and Blackbird was no longer willing to grant him an ounce of her grace. It was lost on him.