It's a balcony with a stairway back down to the rest of the city. Amaya closes the doors behind them, to shut out the majority of the noise, at least. She turns back as the other woman talks, arching a somewhat bemused eyebrow.

Her hands move, gracefully, signing her reply. Which will turn up as subtitles on the others' SCA, though it can be dubbed as well.

I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark that you don't talk to a lot of things that talk back.

Alchemists. Loopy. All of them.