"Uwooaaa, outright ignored." Trinity watched the man storm off after the previous man while plucking a few notes off of her harp. She should probably follow him.

She managed to slip in behind Damian and close the door, looking around the place before starting to investigate on her own. Everyone else seemed occupied. If not, she was sure they'd find her of their own accord. With luck, she'd be able to find her way behind the counter and get herself a drink. Though, as mischievous as she'd like to be, there's no one to pull her out of trouble, so perhaps she shouldn't look for it.

In the end, the young lady finds herself a seat and changes out for a standing harp. She plays lightly, trying to blend in with the atmosphere.