When something had captured her interest, the nymph tended to blind everything else out. The noise was drowned out as was the throng of people surrounding her.
There was only her and the fire eater's jaw. Her brows furrowed as she kept studying that 'anatomic marvel'. One heartbeat later it was dismissed as commonplace.
A soft disappointed noise escaped Triteia and the rest of the world was allowed to mingle with hers again. After tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she slipped her hands into her pockets and bumped her shoulder against Ares who seemed not quite here.