[There's a pause and she looks down at her hands. Then Iona looks at Claude, with a small smile of her own.]

I'm pretty bad at letting things go. That's what I mean by no control.

[After all, the door of the Grind is the only thing that links her to this world after all.]

And you asked nicely! I don't feel like refusing, not when we've come this far.

[And thus, she makes her way over to Oren, to save him from having another dance partner and to engage in conversation with other people for him. Iona smiles all the while, charming, vivacious, and yet...

No, that's pretty much her. It's not quite a facade, but there's always been more to her actions and her words than what seems to be on the surface.]