"No, neither am I," she admitted as she pushed off the desk. If it had to happen at all, she wished this had happened at a different time, that she hadn't been at that gala, dressed up, made up, and yet still somehow terribly out of place here. She didn't mind being the odd man out -- she usually liked the attention -- but she wished they were both a little more inconspicuous at this point.

Heading back out into the hall, Lily looked one way and then the other, then motioned for Eleanor to follow her. "There seems to be some kind of meeting place down this way," she said. "There's a crowd..."