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[color=deeppink]“I’m sorry, do I know you?”[/color]

It was the kind of response that Eliza hadn’t heard in a [i]long time[/i], but in a way she was in a whole new world ignorant of who she was. It was a miracle that her records had never sold particularly well in the United States, really. The comfort of ignorance was something that Eliza needed; though she imagined not discarding her coat at the door was probably a bit ‘uncouth’ of her. If she was trying to blend in, she wasn’t trying very hard and interrupting [i]Audrey Huntsberg[/i] while wearing it probably made her look like the brightest and most noticeable idiot around. But Audrey didn’t [i]recognize[/i] her, which was something of a good thing. But how long would that be for? After all, Eliza was [i]actually[/i] famous.

[color=A89384]“I don’t think so?”[/color] She managed as she met eye contact. [color=A89384]“New York is kind of ‘new’ for me, so yeah.”[/color]

She tried her best to downplay her obviously British accent, but it was not going to sound like she was from the American South; she didn’t have that kind of skill-set. She cursed at herself for admitting from not being from the area, but she didn’t have much choice given the circumstances and her lack of experience with American accents; as the truth was that she had never been to America prior to a few weeks ago. The best way for the spotlight for her to move was either make a daring escape off the rooftop ala Wonder Woman (which she was so not) or move the spotlight on someone else, and considering the fact Eliza wasn’t a fan of jumping off the balcony and going [i]splat[/i] she knew what she had to do. Subtlety and wit she was good at. Sometimes.

[color=A89384]“You’re Audrey Huntsberg, right? The center of this whole party?”[/color] She smiled warmly, despite the circumstances. Though she wasn’t sure how effective her misdirect would be – it entirely depended how self-centered this Audrey Huntsberg actually was. But outside of the name and face, Liza had no clue what to expect.

[color=A89384][i]Please be more into yourself than you are into me. Please.[/i][/color]