Elia wouldn't have gone that far – perhaps no one ever questioned Kennet about why his problems or concerns in regards to the Coven went to one witch instead of the group itself... but Elia had certainly heard about it before. At this point, she thought it was rather more that no one wanted to deal with her snarling over the questioning than anyone really accepting that it was just Kennet's way.
"Two Stone Guardians and a shiny new hive of supernatural weirdness – and yet here we are, discussing whether or not the witches are lying down on the job. If we have all this new security, why are you fretting?" Pausing as she considered one of her new treasures, she arched a brow at the Djinn. "Do you know something that we don't know? Something more than usual, that is?"
His concern was catching though, at least a little. She could talk with Marcus about making sure the Hub was ready for the new faces coming to the Cirque... and with Alex about checking the wards... and it wouldn't kill her to scatter a few of her darklings about to keep an eye on things.
Frowning, Elia dropped the bit of chain back to the bed. In the next moment, shadows flickered across the surface. There was some rustling, the sound of moving fabric, and all of her purchases were directed back into their bags by shadowy fingers. That left the witch sitting on the edge of the bed, finally looking interested. "Why is London a special stop?"