The way the satyr speaks is reminiscent of people on her world, and it makes her smile to note the comparison. Even if she's blushing a dark shade of pink from the compliment. "No more lucky than I for having come upon your party. Let's call it a mutual satisfaction, shall we?" They can always settle more details later as the day wears on.

Amelia's not usually one to appreciate art on her own, but a gallery such as this is something she very much enjoys with others. Even more so when she's not casing all of it for a heist. She allows her host to slow their pace, but never seeks to stop them.

"Do you not intend on going home?" she asks, a curious frown tugging at her lips. "Even if some of your people don't approve of your parties, many must still enjoy them." A beat, and she quickly adds, "Not that I'm ungrateful for you bringing this particular party to the Nexus, but giving up your home is a decision that should be based on more than the desire for revelry."