EMMY.

She imagines he’s set quite the record for disappearing fast. Perhaps going so far as to never make an appearance at all, maybe? “And I fear they’ll be extra chatty to make up for my absence now.” She points out with a slight sigh. There’s no winning among these folk. He >

She does follow along behind him, sticking close to avoid any unforeseen obstacles. She keeps her hurried pace, but does offer more than a dozen polite smiles and waves and ‘thank you’s. The stranger cuts them a path with some clever small talk, and they find themselves >

“I think I can manage to keep up.” She answers swiftly, setting down her champagne on the nearest flat surface. No more small talk from her. She wants out of here, even if it means following a stranger who knows where. Sun-tanned hands lift the fabric of her dress just enough, >

“Quite large, yes.” It’s always the same crowds, isn’t it? People with nothing to do aside from get dressed up and eat and drink and talk. She’d much rather spend her time doing something more useful. Recover a missing artifact, discover a lost city, or maybe even get a >

“It’s the third one this week. It gets a bit tedious.” She has a sip of her champagne, tucking a stray strand of brunette hair behind her ear. She hates getting all dressed up like this too. Silky dresses and her hair done up…it’s just not her. “Though I do appreciate the >

Right then, who’s missed me?