*Ikenna releases a weary sigh, his focus carefully trained to the table's surface. Really, he's being foolish and he knows it--as does Varada, quite clearly--yet he... can't really seem to work up the ability to care.
After a long moment of silence, the councilman draws his focus up, bleary eyes meeting that astute gaze.* About what, Varada? What would you like for me to say?