Maeve noticed the muffins, but did not reach for one. [b][color=#c4422b]"Thanks for the offer, 'Muffin Mistress,'"[/color][/b] Maeve started, but promptly shut up as one Mr. Clifton entered the room with what seemed to be intentions of starting something. 

The meeting, probably. Or a fight. 

He looked like the kind of uppity prick she had reveled in throwing out of the club by the bands their boxers when they got too drunk. 

All suit-pressed and self-important. 

Maeve drifted back in the general direction of Isa, who seemed to at least know half of what the hell was going on here. [b][color=#c4422b]"Helluva opening ceremony, eh?"[/color][/b]