More people flooded in, and Maeve remembered why she so hated being early. She was where she was, and there was no way to disentangle herself from the now considerable crowd without seeming rude. 

She raised an eyebrow at Makorai, and then quirked a crooked grin in his direction. She could smell the booze on him, and was moderately proud. A hometown hero. 

Isa didn't seem so bad- a bit cold. Heh. But not so bad. 

Someone tell through a window and didn't identify herself. Vaguely concerning, but if something in the mansion was planning on killing them all, she figured it would have no problem managing. Lock down the Windows and doors and gas then and then hunt them down one at a time to cut them up like it was-

Maeve blinked. She had missed a good bit of the conversation. A few introductions. No matter- someone would say their names later. 

And someone had ripped the door off of its hinges. Maeve gave a low whistle, and nodded in Amity's direction. "I'm sure you could learn to channel that," she started, but her attention was pulled as Isa continued her questioning of the unidentified. Maeve's attention sharpened toward the exchange, but her body did not tense. Nothing coiled to spring. Just watching.