[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard
[b]Skills:[/b]Perception
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Mali picked up on Elizabeth eying Wentworth and made note of it in her head. She probably noticed that they had been watching her, but whatever the case didn't seem to follow up on that anymore than distancing herself and her cronies from them. Of course, she could always suggest to Wentworth that they should relocate, but she didn't want to make it too obvious that they were spying on them. That would just throw a wrench in all the plans she, Wentworth and Zoie/Relic/Tinder had for the night. 

Besides, when you got right down to it, Mali didn't really care all that much about that specific batch of people. Yeah, she knew they were important and it would likely pay off if she could keep an ear on them all night, but that statement applied to half the people attending the party. And even if she was stuck socializing the whole time, she could spend it far more productively than following around people who clearly wanted to stick around among their own. It wasn't worth chasing the point as far as she could tell.

At Wentworth's word, Mali took a hard look at his face and tried to decipher was exactly he meant by that. A small part of her was telling her not to overreact and freak out. However, a far more significant portion of her reiterated that there were no such things as coincidences as far as Juno was concerned. Furthermore, his tone of voice indicated to her that it was indeed a warning disguised as a suggestion. This all called into question how much the guy really knew and how involved he was in this whole business. Altogether this just made for yet another reminder how much danger the was behind the facade of glitz and glitter.

[color=D5FF00]"I heard Zoie mention your son earlier,"[/color] Mali said in response to Wentworth's reminisces over his late son. She hoped her complete removal from business-related topics would signal to him that she was picking up what he was putting down. Regardless, even if he hadn't been trying to subtly keep her from doing anything stupid or life threatening, she didn't really have much better to do at the moment. She could just take a chance and approach someone at random, but the chance that they would be as influential or moreso than Wentworth was... decently high, but not extremely so from what she could gather. More than likely that she'd just keep running into groupies knowing her luck.

[color=D5FF00]"Whatever happened to him to cause his,"[/color] Mali paused, looking for the proper word to describe the situation correctly without unduly pissing off the businessman, [color=D5FF00]"state of decline?"[/color] She could guess based on context clues that it was likely that due to being a rich kid set up to take over daddy's company, he ended up going out to too many parties, ended up getting himself addicted to something like cocaine and then spiraling ever downward through black connections, crime, addiction and alcoholism until he ended up being one of those murdered at that bar last week. But she wasn't here to try being a precog who has knowledge of everyone's private lives before they reveal anything. She was there to talk.