The current performance is meh. Local meh, so it gets some support from the audience, but meh all the same.

"I don't think you're that foolish, no," she grins. "Even if it is you we're talking about."

Talking coolly with people complimenting her performance, Wik is making her way over to the bar. Many of them (most men) want her to stop and chat with them a while, but she handles them easily, not stopping for more than a moment before moving on. She's not rude to any, but none of them can keep her.