His lips quirked at the mention of tea, his gaze nothing but appreciative. He was, perhaps, one of the very few people who drank water more often than anything else and never had much of a craving for other drinks, but he'd learned to enjoy tea as well with the new east wave that humans had undergone, pulling entertainment and traditions alike from the Pacific Rim. (He'd always meant to visit that one region, being that which he had the least familiarity with, but the opportunity had never arisen, and now he was on the island.)

Following Trixa's progress and reaching in her cupboards for a pair of glasses, instinctively polishing them for good measure, Ishiah inhaled. "I'm a member of the ITF, and as such, have a precedent to uphold. I doubt it'd be much appreciated if I decided to suddenly involve myself in an altercation with a perfectly respectable young man."