Aria's eyebrow quirks upward at the topic shift, and at her superior's discomfort. Her eyes flick around the area-- to Arkon, to the crowds and prayer drones ... and alight on the MIO officers. Barely perceptibly, those eyes narrow, but she immediately turns back to the Praefecta.
"I hadn't thought of buying yet, Praefecta. There's so much to see! ... and I do prefer to travel light."
Given her complete lack of personal luggage, a handbag, or even pockets, that seems to be an understatement.
In the background, her personal data system receives new orders. The data it once simply observed, it now actively sifts, searching through duties and behaviors of the MIO, hunting for some exploitable priority. Nonlethal, untraceable, minimally disruptive, and ideally of no concern to anyone but the MIO....
A fit of unlicensed pamphleteering in the Torsad-Laur District, perhaps?
You were a minor distraction, gentlemen, but now you're in the way. Don't you have somewhere better to be?
If not, I may just have to make a place like that.