Uh. Herian's gaze stays trained ahead of her, but her brow furrows slightly.

She spares Avery the indignity of the look that she might otherwise level in her direction. To one known to her it might be a shared jest. To a stranger? To a stranger it would surely seem a mockery or an insult, and Herian has no interest in delivering either.

"I'm sure many would quite agree. Few celebrate speeches more than a full belly."