The Red Queen is a problem. Aire would like to be the one using pleasure to erase people's minds, not the one whose mind gets erased, thank you very much.
That assumes the Red Queen is even real, of course. Aire's heard these people's thoughts enough to know what ridiculousness they can believe. At times they seem almost completely untethered from reality.
But it seems the rumors are mostly the same. Oh, there are differences, but as she passes through the crowds she thinks she can trace them around, see how things changed in the telling. The things people think are more similar to eachother surrounding certain locations, shifting slightly as she moves further away. And then shifting back towards similarity again. This idea spread quickly from a number of nuclei, she thinks. An initial informed group or organization, spreading it to others? And the tone of people's thoughts is different, somehow. It's not just a salacious rumor they're passing around, but many of them want to think it is. It's this that convinces her the rumors likely reflect something real.
The false rumors carry with them notes that the spreader wants them to be true, this carries notes suggesting the bearer wants the idea to be false.
The disarray in the flat reeks of another plotter's involvement. Is this what Rele was doing? Or is this the Lord-Commander's response to Rele's murder of the spy? The obvious first guess for who might have committed the murder is Christa, after all. Oh, she'd have to be hiding rather a lot. But, well, she is, and so are so many others in this city.
She pays careful attention to Christa's telepathic senses, and moves away from the doorway. In fact, why doesn't she position herself out of the view of all of the windows, as well.
She puts together the incantation for a spell of Portal Magic to use to flee back to her cult's headquarters, ready to cast at a moment's notice.
And she inspects the alterations as close as she can. And look around for any suspicious droplets of fluid on the floors; Rele's host is constantly orgasming, and perhaps that would leave traces.