Wallace was ready to continue with Thomas before the man struck him across the face. Reflexively, he staggered backwards, locking eyes on the offender with a look of more disappointment than anger. He began to back away from the trio, slowly approaching one of the walls of the room where he would at least have some buffer space between the two parties. Holding his sore jaw, he resigned to simply watching the festivities as he'd promised Thomas. He'd use that time to find his way out of the Tower. There was always one, it really only depended on how much he was willing to give up.

Attention had shifted over to her. She watched the older man disengaged from the conversation, and followed his creep towards the wall out of the corner of her eye. Thomas' remark fell on deaf ears, but his question caused her eyes to snap back over to the knight and his compatriots, where they danced between the three waiting for some untoward movement. It took a moment to gather the words, for a while it might have even looked like she opted not to reply, but eventually the girl spoke up. "I am here to investigate the death of Maria Trinan." She started walking forwards again, closing on the three with slow, calculated steps and watching for a reaction. The investigator halted, still far from the men but no longer needing to raise her voice to be heard. "I have questions too, Thomas Morgan. How much time can you spare?" She nodded her head towards Wallace as she asked. That man was also on the shortlist but what little diplomacy she understood was telling her that Canti was not coming with them at the current.