The night had been going so well, she had caught up on the latest gossip and Gloria didn’t talk [i]too[/i] much, then the entertainment started. “I’ll have a splendid night indeed, Annie.” She grinned to herself, watching the woman flail about as if a child were handling her like a play thing.” 

Right as the surprise started to die down and awareness began to arise, the help made an appearance. This time, she laughed aloud, up into the gilded ceiling. It drew the attention of some of the people that stood closely around her, and she didn’t bother to explain her amusement. Some probably suspected, anyways. 

It wasn’t long before the two fell, little Annie had been knocked unconscious upon impact. 
“Not dead.” she stated simply, getting a short glimpse of the paper white woman. Amelia whispered a few words under her breath and her eye color changed to a smoky white and moved like a rolling fog. [i]“Maybe incense will help.”[/i] she breathed into a passerby’s ear. The person halted for but a moment, as if struck by an idea and raised their voice. “Maybe incense will help!” they blurted out and kept on moving. 

Gibli appeared behind her, watching the scene unfurl before them. Someone had smelling salts and wafted them into her face. Mrs. Lemmingworth regained consciousness and was propped up into someone’s lap, the color that had drained from her cheeks earlier slowly made an appearance. 

“Madam?” Gibli cleared his throat. Amelia turned her head slightly, keeping her eyes on the disarrayed woman. “Yes, little kitty?” she asked softly, finally resting her eyes on his calm expression. “The one who pulled the pin is currently outside.” Amelia rolled her eyes and shook her head. “How do you know he is [i]still[/i] here if you aren’t out watching him?” she muttered. “I can smell his blood through these awful perfumes these women have doused themselves in.” he grumbled, glancing around. “--but it is fading…” Amelia nodded and began to move again, assuredly and quickly towards the exit.

Just before reaching the exit, when she was sure no one was observing her, Amelia rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times until they began to water, she even let a few tears streak her cheeks. With quick small steps, she imitated the movement of a frantic ninny, running out into the cool night air, sobs racking her chest.

“Oh good God!” she whimpered, holding a hand over the front of her corset then hysterically waving her hand in front of her face. She turned her head slightly, her teary eyes falling onto the man of the hour. “Oh! I didn’t see you there.” She huffed and cleared her throat as if to gain composure once more, she stood a little straighter and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flashed recognition and she gasped in surprise. “Oh! You’re the man who helped poor Lady Vanderbilt!” she exclaimed and quickly made a deep curtsy. In that moment she stared at him through her lashes, committing his face to memory. “Y-you’re a hero, sir!” she continued, righting herself once more.

“Lady surely would have been badly injured if you hadn’t stepped in in time to save her! If there is anything I could do for you,” she leaned over slightly, smoothing her hands over her gown as if she were smoothing out wrinkles with her palms, the scoop of her gown made it’s obvious appearance, “[i]anything[/i].” she repeated slowly, “Let me know… you have done the work of God.” She finally finished, batting her lashes, her large blue eyes resembling that of a doe.