McKenzie Freeman pulled the dark-colored shawl tighter around her thin shoulders, her other hand rubbing the silk fabric her dress was made out of. She eyed Lucius with a blank stare. He was dressed quite nicely; she should know. She grew up in a fairly rich family, only being given the finest of clothing. Though, it hadn't mattered to her. She had wanted more. Now, she was dressed in an elegant dress, something she had stolen from her grandmother. She quite liked the look of it, all dark colors and softness.

She stood straight off to the side of the room, breathing in the smells and relishing in them. It was a mixture of smells that appealed to her, though she still didn't exactly know why. She tried to not look at the others in the room too much; after all, she didn't want to lose her calm demeanor. Not just yet, at least. Instead, she enjoyed the feel of cooled silk underneath her fingers as her others fingers held the soft shawl to her body. She felt well covered, comfortable with her hair down and over her shoulders, partly blocking her face.

Naturally, she wouldn't tell anyone but there was a hair pen hidden in her hair, beneath the golden strands; it was almost as long as her tiny hand, hidden behind her ear, and was as sharp as her mother's best kitchen knife. She had to be careful, when she slipped it into her hair. It would be so easy to hurt herself or accidentally take a chunk of hair. She does lose a few strands, because of it, but nothing noticeable. It was a well-hidden weapon and one she didn't usually go out without. 

After all, she wasn't sure when she would need to use it. She wanted to use it, use it to her advantage to get something she wanted, but for now, she would be good and wait. She had some patience but it wouldn't last for long.