Severa shifts her weight to her back foot and rolls her eyes. "That defeats the purpose of not mingling with anyone." But if it's for the greater good, as it were... she can probably deal with it. Unless there's a better plan. She moves her weight to her front foot again and looks towards where the food is.

"Didn't anybody bring any? The fliers said this was a potluck." It seems a lot easier this way, and she's got a good feeling. "I doubt anyone would stop us, and it would technically be more legal." Somehow.