The response only brought out a shrug, "Fifty no's and a yes is still a yes." Men pushing themselves on her, physically or otherwise wasn't an unusual thing for Elliot. It was irritating, obviously, but she had dealt with it so often and to such stronger degrees that it didn't really phase her. It wasn't in defense of them, just a statement of that's how things are.
Elliot laughed at that, a bit less loud and uncouth as she was known to be in the past at least, "Oh, I doubt that. Cleverness and eloquence is not why I'm kept around." The self-deprecating line was delivered without an ounce of shame or self-loathing, instead, there was a smirk that curled the corner's of her lips, all teeth and a delightful sort of viciousness peeking out in the corners of her eyes. Pushed down and hidden but never far from the surface.
Instead of sitting beside Jamilla, Elliot fell back in the position that she would have if Ethan had been there on a job. Took up a post in front of her and slightly to the side so someone could still approach and Jamilla could see the crowd, but there was a wall of fierceness between her and the world. Elliot was ready, in stance, shoulders and sharp eyes, but she was also more relaxed than she had been since she had gotten consumed by the crowd outside. Falling back into a familiar role helped, made her Wolf calm down a bit as well. Her body was tilted towards Jamilla, even as the angle allowed her to see most the room at the same time. Had the woman been anyone else, possibly even Ethan, she would have asked her if she had fortune cookies for breakfast. Rather than that, she snorted, "I'll remember that one." It did reassure her some, if nothing else it would probably hard to track the meal back to her. "He hugged me outside but he got pulled to his own celebration, drunken poker probably."