She most definitely would have reacted better than Astarion did. She wouldn't have pulled a knife on them and very nearly painted the ground with their innards. But bygones.

"Mm, befriended may be a strong word," Astarion remarked, tipping his glass this way and that and sending her a charming little smirk across the table. "They aren't quite so likable as you are, darling. The gith in particular has no use for friendship, and barely any use for allies. Truth be told I'm waiting for the day she tries to kill us all in our sleep. We're more a party of convenience. Myself, the cleric I mentioned, Shadowheart. The gith, Lae'zel. A wizard named Gale. Wyll, a warlock that fancies himself a hero of the people. And our defacto leader, the ranger Tavriel. We've a druid and a bard that travel with us, though they prefer to stay behind at camp."