The leather of her glove squeaked with the tightening of her grip against the hilt of the gunblade again, and eyes narrowed. Was this what she had been called for? Was Dire really going to waste her time on..... Yes. The answer was Yes with a capital 'y'. Eden was always strangely childish, always running about a mucking into things that didn't need mucking. Eden always caused problems in some weird way or another with her attempts to help or do the right thing.
Though... That was also what made her strange endearing. Ceres features remained tight as she ignored the other patrons about.