The venom in her voice had Elliot's eyes widening before they narrowed again in renewed interest. Jamilla was alluring and interesting simply for existing, were it not for her discomfort and fight or, well, usually just fight and fight instincts, it would be near impossible for her to even lift her eyes from the other. But hearing that she had a bit of bite as well, especially when it was used in Elliot's defense? That was something else entirely. "No ma - Jamilla, they just sorta shoved drinks at me I didn't ask for." Or want, and she had put them on servers' trays as soon as she could, a twitching look of irritation on her face that had lingered there until this encounter began.
"Thanks. I picked it myself." And admitting it didn't bother her. Not only did she probably have a sense that Elliot wasn't exactly the most law-abiding of the barrel that had sloshed in to compete, but Jamilla was magic of some sort. Taking on new names was sort of par for the course, Elliot had met a few in Summerview - even her boss - that had done the same. Besides, she had been Elliot longer than she had lived before the renaming, so it didn't taste or smell like a lie, she knew that for a fact. For a moment though, she wished she was more well-traveled, or well read like Ethan. He could probably pinpoint what she was and where she came from, while Elliot was left to marinate in her street urchin ignorance, which didn't usually bother her. Didn't give a shit about anyone's opinion or deemed value of her outside of Ethan, but she was being reminded about it now. A sense of discomfort and adequacy contrasted the feeling of being special for having the focus of the high-class woman at all. It was...Odd.
The word protocol earned a scoff from her, "Protocol, like everything else, only deserves as much respect as it's earned. If you test someone, or something, and it breaks, it needs to either be rebuilt a different way or discarded." Which was why Elliot had rebuilt herself, and why she didn't get overly attached to cars. When one was too far beyond repair or had been improved as far as it was going to get, you had to leave it behind. The server and the menu had her tensing up, eyes darting from Pietro, Jamilla and the too-eager server before dropping to the Menu with foods and languages she had never heard of. The fact that her meal would be on someone else had her face twitching, "If you don't mind my saying so, things that seem too good to be true usually are, at least in my experience." Wary and on edge anew, but apologetic about it, "I'll have the lamb, rare if possible." It didn't stop her from ordering, clearly, because she was hungry, adrenaline rush and the Moon coming up did that to a girl.