Evelyn looked the Fat Technocrat in the eyes as he began to raise his hand. She winced as she realised it was to strike her. Her eyes closed tightly. She opened them however not to find herself on the ground in pain but looking at an older brown haired gentleman having manhandled her foe and blocked her delicate mind from the situation. It was rather nice she had to admit. In response to his comment she gave a soft smile to him, "[b]Do tell your father about this....I'm sure he'd be happy[/b]", a very thinly veiled threat to counter the one he made to the prole. Lady Callaghan knew how to apply social pressure, as well as financial to a certain degree. But the former was the greater power among the technocrats. They lusted after social prowess and pride before money.  She gave a soft smile to him the same one she had just used so threateningly and curtsied gently, looking more out of place due to the torn, shaggy nature of her clothes than the fact she had just given a mark of respect to a prole. "[b]I am quite good thank you. I do appreciate the help[/b]", she turned around to gaze on the tradgedy that had just befallen the party. "[b]I will avenge the people who died here to day. Earl lightfeather was a good man and none of these people deserved to die for the quarrel he had.[/b]", in typical fashion for her class. She meant it. "And your name kind sir?", Evelyn asked gently outreaching her hand for him to take. "[b]I must send word to the hospital. They can have personnel over here in minutes[/b]". Funny thing being not a single technocrat bar the Earl had died. "[i]I just wonder how long till he comes after me too...[/i]", she said to herself softly as she walked over to the hole in the wall. Then pulled a small device from her purse, twisted the cap at the base four times and held it to the air and put a finger in her ear.


PHAWOOOMPH!

The flare went up quickly making noise galore, the twists had altered the amount of explosive and chemicals. Changing the colour and noise profile. Allowing her to scale the emergency notice. Quite the impressive little trinket, her mother made sure she carry it at all times. It was a message to the Emergency Medical Staff at the hospital. Well, their definition of an emergency was a technocrat being injured, but influence had it's perks. She could get the injured treated. Father would not be happy with the bills but they would certainly be paid in full. Pride before all, the family motto. It wasn't long before the message was relayed to the hospital and Airships were dispatched to the hall. Bringing with them the best medicine money could buy. My god she had some explaining to do. She brought the capsule down and looked to the flare in the sky, before looking back to the hall. A rather drunk, well dressed man quickly approached them after that. Looking at him she gave a gentle smile as he lowered to his knees. "Why yes good sir. But you are the one who needs to be leaving, I am sure that Lady LightFeather isn't going to appreciate the bullet in her lacquered wall", she giggled and pulled him up by the hand.