"Ariana...what a pretty name." He said this sentiment aloud before writing it on the pad, a smile playing across his face. It was at this point that Vol noted her eyes: they were...well, in a word, gorgeous. They were the lightest tint of blue, almost silver in appearance. He could see just by making eye contact with her that there was a sadness in her gaze, a profound depression that had existed for a lengthy period of time. Vol had seen that same gaze in his solders on long campaigns, especially the latest one. It was a gaze that conveyed extended suffering, yet there was a twinkle that brightened her eyes. Flipping the writing pad, he wrote:
"Ariana, why are you in this room? It's rather depressing here. Are you here against your will?" 

The banquet was just now underway and Ada was worried. She hadn't seen the Captain since their flirtatious excursion in the gardens a few hours ago with her and and her sister. Her father and mother appeared to be lost in greeting the guests, so it gave her some time to scour the immediate area for the guest of honor. She approached Katherine, who stood a few feet away and whispered:
"Sister, where is Volgorl?"