Alex pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning against, her arms falling from their crossed position.  Her face was pure ease.  Being a part of the Elite crowd from birth, this was her home field advantage. She was in her regular clothes, hardly ever using her outfit anymore. People might recognize her, but they'd likely recognize her as Alex Newt, Heir to the Newt Family.  She highly doubted they'd note her as Traveler, Epic Hero who minimized casualties and helped with transportation.

She sighed, bored.  Which wasn't necessarily a good thing.  Given her switching abilities, she was prone to tripping people up by switching things when they weren't paying attention.  Sometimes it meant they fell, or dropped something, or some other minor inconvenience. Occasionally it was just confusion.

Alex shook her head, looking at the music.  String instruments.  She wished she knew what it sounded like.

She moved closer to the violin player who'd just left, who was talking to Dragon, and she caught the tail end of what he was saying.  He moved next to what appeared to be Stark Crusader.

She grinned to herself, tilting her head slightly, and swapped the two of them after a few minutes of concentration.

Turning back into the room, Alex nearly walked into Dragon.

"My apologies," she murmured.

"Don't worry about it.  Miss Newt, isn't it?" Dragon said with a raised eyebrow.

"That would be correct, yes," she said with a smile. "But if you don't mind, I've got people to attend to."

"As you wish, Traveler," Alex heard Dragon say with a chuckle.