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Oh how petulant. She frowned a little. Like a scorned girlfriend or a young child not getting their way. The cold shoulder. She folded her arms and looked around, the glass of milk now thoroughly empty. The scarred man introduced himself as Alonzo. Curious and curiouser, Italian, perhaps? Or at the very least, potentially Italian-American. Then the details. Information to be widely shared. An unknown period of time spent, a risky proposition if one was spending several hundred thousand each year on employment, and out of one's own pockets nonetheless. The good Lady Eve was short on accommodation within her own home... The region was not too expensive to rent, so she supposed she could strike out on her own.

Clearly Eve had not paid as much attention to the questions as Elizabeth had however, although thankfully Alonzo was there to fill details in. First, she misunderstood her question regarding working visas- she had been almost certain from the start that this would be less than entirely legal, but now it was confirmed. The good lady had a company under which to work with if everything needed to be above board... No, she would take the envelope over the official ways. 

Her glass was cleared up, and then she would introduce herself, she supposed. [color=f26522]"Elizabeth. Please, just call me Elizabeth. Nothing else."[/color] She gave the barest incline of her head towards Alonzo for being likewise intelligent enough to not bandy about full names in the crowd of warlocks and other supernatural-wielding people, and instead let the final woman introduce herself to the assorted folks.

Then came the 'reveal,' so to speak. The idea that there was one that did not belong, one that was already a known student of the occult to their host. Her eyes played over the crowd, taking their faces in once more. The young Australian, on the lap of the older woman. No, certainly not her. She was too... Wild, too untamed, and besides, she was painfully, obviously Australian. Children had the incredible ability to change their accents almost on a whim if their culture changed, and so that ruled her straight out of the equation. What made it even more damning was the fact that she had nails rough, ragged and dirtied, and her clothes were still filthy. She was not a rich woman's ally. Not to mention the fact that she was tanned underneath that jacket of hers, which meant that she spent enough time in the sun without wearing it to have a tan in the first place- something which she doubted would happen in this clime. 

The Scottish criminal was another no, she could tel that immediately. Not for his roughness around the edges- she would have no doubt that Lady Eve was not the typical rich woman who would choose to exclude herself from associating with those kinds of people, especially with studies into the occult. No, it was because he was, simply speaking, uncomfortable. Despite his actions in trying to immerse himself with people, he was displeased with the wealth, with the fanciness, the butler scooping up his drink, which he was still clearly unused to, she could tell thanks to the way he flinched, and the-

Her sight flinched as the vial of- Oh dear. It seemed the Germanic woman was almost as bad as the young woman she had taken under her wing. The slightly yellowish plasma at the top of the vial, the blend between yellow and red... That was blood. But more than that, it was blood that had... She placed a hand to her mouth and tried not to vomit. Succeeded in not vomiting. She very much hoped the vial itself was sterile, because her skin was already crawling just at the thought.

Her eyes moved from the vial to the man this Erin claimed was the outlier. At first, this seemed incorrect, but the more she looked, the more she saw, as was always the case. He was off. He had introduced himself differently from the rest of the folks, seemed very much at home in this fine house, and the fineries that came with it. Furthermore, the suit he was wearing was tailored well, and tailored specifically to him. It did not hang long, or short. It wasn't tight around his chest, nor overly long at the hem. Despite the way he was positioned, the shoulder was not pinching him, which indicated it had had no small amount of money spent on it.

Of course, she couldn't say that it wasn't the... Disturbingly strange Erin. She fitted right in with the Gothic sensibilities of the area and their host... No, no, it was not her. Where Lady Eve was light, white and had a symbol meaning [i]life,[/i] indelibly etched into her very skin, Erin was wearing more black than anyone had any right to be wearing. Then there was the vial of... Yes, well. Erin was an outlier, but very much not of the kind that would associate herself with Lady Eve, at least not as a natural course of action.

Her potential foe? No, not her either. She was subtly displeased with the Lady Eve- her face had changed ever so slightly. A reasonable poker facade, since it wasn't obvious without a closer look, but the faint curl of her lips had vanished, and her eyebrows had raised up too. She looked freshly departed from a plane, even if she was also American, so she could put a mental strikethrough next to Devyn's name, the woman barraging her with a practical dance with her eyebrows. Indeed. Eve was being quite curious. She barely inclined her head once more in agreement, but kept her lips straight- neutral, apart from a quick lick to make sure they didn't dry out so fast.

Devyn then redirected her attention to Mallaidh. A fellow countryman, since that name was unmistakably Gaelic, but one that.. Hrm. She frowned a little. Initially she had dismissed them out of hand, but as she analysed her more, there was a sort of... Unusual acceptance to her. She was hiding something. Was she hiding association with the host? Samantha's eyes narrowed, and then the other woman's blurted question confirmed it. No, it was not her. Still, she knew there was something underneath the veneer of that woman. She would have to investigate.

That, of course, left her mind looking quite obvious.
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[*][s]Lady Eve. Host, evidently not the plant.[/s]
[*][s]Carnation. Too many factors to list as to why she wasn't the plant.[/s]
[*][s]Erin. In sensibilities, too unlike the Lady to have casually integrated herself with Eve. Needed to answer questions.[/s]
[*][s]Mallaidh. Again, a variety of factors that ruled her out. Also needed to answer questions.[/s]
[*][s]Devyn. Displeased and displeased with the host. Unlikely to be the plant.[/s]
[*][s]Ross. Too uncomfortable with the situation to be used to the richness and with the other magic users.[/s]
[*]Alonzo. The only one that seemed out of place among the rest.
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Clearing her throat, she unfolded her arms, only to fold her hands right afterwards.[color=f26522] "Alonzo, I also believe that you seem to be standing out in this crowd."[/color] She offered not a blink his way.