She pulls herself up into the lounge. Reaching up to hastily to retire her clothes against her shoulder. She's still - utterly dishevelled. Sinking her teeth into her lip in the effort of trying not to loathe the interruption. Arranging her veil over her hair. Combing her hair as neat as she could. Snatching up the wine to busy herself with drinking it and not looking at him. Like nothing at all had happened. Or near to nothing. She was fairly sure she might be kiss-drunk. As well as... drunk. Wonderful.

Damn, damn, damn. Was that Devi? Of course, it was. She could refuse Devi nothing, of course, they would send someone as dear to her as a daughter. Of course, it would be the one who would throttle him for touching her in a way that was anything more than the lightest brush. Shit.

Devi is... well, hard-eyed and hard mouthed when she looks down at him when the door opens. "Admiral. Your men are drunk - and fighting - " She looks up then, further into the room where Lakshmi drinks her wine and looks at the wall in the meantime. Devi wallows and then carries on. Clearly... questioning if nothing else. "- over some of the spoils. Your Lady Taura called for you."