That noise coming from Liliana could have been anything; it wasn't necessarily a snort of amusement at Beefslab I being a plant. Honest.

"So, what do we owe the..." she eyed Gideon again. "...pleasure of this run-in?" Liliana asked, forestalling Chandra's ten thousand questions about carbuncles, transformations, and Ignis' friends. "How delightful, if unlikely, that in a district of millions, we should run into one another by merest chance."