#the model;hyun

[mythvoiced]

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me in Milan?” It’s a question, but from Kang Aeri, it sounds more like a demand. An appeal if one were to put this interaction into legal terms.  “You wouldn’t have to worry about the cost or the language; I’m learning Italian right now and I’m very good. If you’re that worried about mooching off of me, I have something you could do for me in return.”

Casually, she links arms with them, her best friend and her favorite model. “C’mon Hyun-ah, think about it– no dispatch, no social obligations, no rules. We can even bring our partners along if they’re not too busy with their paperwork.”

( AND NOW I AM HERE!!! with the fashion bffs bc hyun needs a vacay and aeri is HAPPY to provide 🤩🤩🤩 especially if it means she gets to dress her bff however she wants :D )

@stillresolved | the 'girls' are planning~!!!!

Occasionally, Hyun will pretend. Or, well, to be quite frank, she does a lot more pretending than she does genuine emoting, which often leads to particularly interesting memories for the people around her.

She's mostly known for the stern demeanor, the coldness she emanates, look into her eyes when she's working and walk away knowing you've met something more powerful than you, at least because the will in her gaze would insinuate her to be so.

But with Aeri?

Well...

Every rule has its exceptions.

When Aeri links their arms together, Hyun lets her drag her in with the feigned eye-roll of someone who'd started considering relenting about ten minutes prior to the conversation even starting.

It'd be more sensible to remain in South Korea, hell, to remain in Seoul. She isn't the most savvy at her own public relation work - exhibit A the reason she supposedly needs a vacation - but even she would wonder, would going on a trip to Milan with a powerful, well-regarded fashion designer everyone knows her to be close to not just make her look...

Disinterest?

Arrogant?

She's in deep legal shit, after all, defamation lawsuits she's trying to start and others she's trying to battle, flounting money that isn't hers via a connection that is hers...

Wouldn't it be perfectly on brand?

Hyun turns to look at Aeri. The look in her eyes seems to insinuate Aeri is being both terribly tempting and awfully inconsiderate for attempting temptation in the first place. But isn't that what she likes so about Kang Aeri?

It's easy to forget how powerful Aeri's family is when in her presence solely because of how much more raw power she exudes. Wealth and status colour the air differently depending on if its new or old money. Sure, not even Hyun can say Aeri came from a poor background and worked her way up, she's a liar but not a dumb one.

But from the ground up Aeri worked herself anyway. Her background doesn't imply the freedom to do as she pleases. When her designs had started covering the racks she used to throw the brands of others she'd wear, they were sewn together by her own needle-pricked fingers.

And if Hyun were to say yes here, she'd say yes to Aeri's favour. Not the Kang's.

Which is perhaps where the real temptation lies: watching her best friend show off with things she's put together for herself, a ladder she'd not only climbed, but also built.

"You mentioned something I could do for you in return," she says, leaning away slightly to regard her with a teasing look. Honestly, she'd had her at the first hint of an idea of a suggestion here. Watching Kang Aeri turn heads in Milan while she upset the deeply Catholic country with her wife at her side, arms linked or around waists, all while said country could not say anything for how powerful her presence was, how lucrative it would be?

Witnessing that with her own hand stuffed in Boram's, all while she could sit by, smell like the finest of perfumes, dismiss people with 'I don't speak Italian, sorry' and pretend trouble doesn't await her back home?

Oh.

Yeah.

Definitely.

"You're lucky I'd do anything for you," Hyun says, reaching around with her free hand to pinch Aeri's cheek, which is about as obvious a 'duh, I'm coming' as the phrase itself would have been.

[mythvoiced]

They don't tell you often enough, but the company you do something with makes or breaks the activity itself. A world in which you could enjoy anything you set out to do independently from all the other faces present on lieu is a world of the kind of utopia not even films and books manage to portray convincingly.

There is no such world, where who's there or who isn't doesn't change the taste of the pill you swallow, willingly or less so.

So, it's the company, most likely.

Hyun doesn't know if it's in large part thanks to the lack of recognition in Suki's eyes, devoid of spark of assessment but overflowing with the spark of life, or a disinterest in mention if she had actually recognize Hyun for the smiling profile under headlines such as 'Supermodel Causes Controversy' or 'Is Ji Hyun A Devil In Disguise?', or if the larger part of Suki's demeanor that relaxes Hyun into forgetting she has Dispatch to worry about in the first place is simply and truly and organically... Suki's demeanor.

Refreshing. The easy responses, the lack of pressure, just a girl keeping her hands busy while a semi-girl wishes she could do the same. Hyun can't figure out if she misses a life in which people don't recognize her. But she certainly misses this, the notion of a normal conversation.

"Why voice-acting?" Hyun looks playfully affronted, the enforced habit of throwing in a smile when she's actually genuinely perturbed by whatever she's engaging with. Oh how well they teach you to pretend you're just suggesting when you'd rather stomp your foot, how well they teach you to laugh while you ask someone to stop.

"They can use make-up, screw them. Do you know how many of these new goons going into acting these days have tattoos? Ugly-ass tattoos that need a ridiculous amount of make-up to cover up?"

Hyun scoffs, reaching for the freshly finished fox with nimble finger-tips. She turns the paper miracle in her hands and puckers her lips to not smile any wider than she already is.

"Nah, not nepotism. Unless you consider me getting you the connections nepotism. Shouldn't nepotism be a blood thing only?"

Not that she'd have any sort of understanding of 'gaining privilege through your familial ties'. What ever are those, right?

"A cook."

Hyun falters.

A cook?

She blinks.

She didn't even know she had an answer to that question, what would she want to be if not an actor, if she's working so fucking hard to be one?

A cook?

"... I think?"

ji hyun. ➜ THE NAME ‘JI HYUN’ OUGHT TO RING A BELL IN HER MIND. But in this particular moment ( and time that came before that and the one before that one– ) it does not. Unless blacklisted supermodel Ji Hyun decides to tell Suki otherwise, then Suki will simply assume that they’re just another citizen trying to make their way through life in Seoul, South Korea. Not a notorious supermodel well known to dispatch.

They’re all got secrets in this city. Foreigners and natives alike. Suki’s just happens to border the line of legality. She nods, very seriously though. “It’s okay, they suggested that back in the States too even when I wasn’t working the front desk. Maybe I’d go with voice-acting instead.”

She tilts her head, the paper fox now sitting fully realized in her hands. “Are you sure? That isn’t like, nepotism or anything like that right?�� Not that Suki has any plans of changing her job at this point in time. Her current one doesn't even ask for much these days anyways. Her hands start on another fox, the fully realized one hopping on the table between them. “It’s a big career change to make. If you didn’t want to be an actor, what would you want to be?”

[korean-dreams-girls]

Park Da Hyun - October 20, 2023 1st Set

[modelcoutureee]

[umikaze-85]

park da huyn

[mythvoiced]

"Don't worry, my husband knows I'm stuck talking to a snake," the jab is easy to make, Hyun doesn't have enough personal feelings at stake to treat this relationship any kinder than it needs to be treated.

The mention of a husband though makes the tone of voice she uses to respond meaner than she'd intended to be. It strikes her like a faux pas, to mention someone so dear to her, to hear even the insinuation of Boram's existence tumbling from the lips of a man she'd rather not depend on.

Like a foul in a game she's only begrudgingly playing.

If begrudgingly is the right word, though, why did you call first?

It reaches her ears with the same kind of sourness twisting her face as 'Allegra' does. There's a reason Aeri doesn't allow that name into conversations and has a preference as to which name she responds to. They all feel like jabs she can only sit there and take, letting Bellamy ramble on because not only is he right, he has what she needs.

And yes, she could drop him as easily as he could drop her.

But is that really true?

There's nothing she could hold against him if anything were to come out. It'd be an easy feat to paint her as a disillusioned 'woman' so desperate to regain the fame she's yet to make but has already lost, that she'd fabricate a connection to someone like Bellamy Kang.

She isn't stupid enough to not understand the power imbalance. She can't claim anything about him. If she said 'he offered' she'll be ridiculed for being ungrateful, if she threw in a fake story relating to bodies and nights she'd be the unfaithful one, and even the mere thought of it makes her skin crawl in a way that suggests she'll call Boram right after this phone call ends.

He's fighting with a sword.

She with a knife.

Or better.

She with a sword.

He with a gun.

And, as the line goes...

And yet, somehow, that's where the deal lies. Hyun has nothing to hold against Bellamy. And all Bellamy could hold against her are things they've yet to do together. And even those things they will do together, well, what can be spoken of them?

An invitation somewhere?

That's all?

There are no deeper reasons and no deeper ties, but Hyun isn't stupid, and Hyun doesn't trust, and Hyun is angry and exhausted, and the more Bellamy keeps explaining to her why their alliance is so advantageous for the both of them, the more her teeth grit and grind.

Reassurance.

She's half-tempted to throw her phone against the wall, but she wants to keep her finances still for a little while longer.

"You misunderstand, chairman," her finger falters as she stumbles over a model she's worked with in the past. She hasn't heard from her in long enough for her to become half a memory, but not long enough to not notice how long it's been.

Long enough. Another connection lost because colleagues and fake friends prefer to safe their own skin. She looks stunning, of course she does, and Balmain suits her, of course it does.

"Let's just say I don't like simply doing as I'm told and waiting for the results. All the things you mention, the ways we can both benefit from each other, the ways we work oh so well together, vague nonsense," she blocks her former colleague. Why not. Not like she'd notice.

"I want concrete answers. Question number one: Will you try to turn me against Aeri? Question number two: Will you trick me into representing political views I don't support? Question number three: Will you involve Boram?"

She reaches for a nearby bowl of magnolia berries and pops one into her mouth.

"There are wrong answers."

  @mythvoiced has sent :   "I just want you to know that you're the least trustworthy person I know," Hyun shoves her phone between her ear and her shoulder. Meeting Bellamy in person if she wants to talk to him is a no-go for two reasons: she doesn't want to, that's the primary one, and it would be detrimental to whatever it is the symbolic head of Kakao is planning behind the scenes. Another, smaller reason, is also the irritation of not having what he has to do what he does: decide on whims who to support and who not. Unfortunately, the position that makes it difficult for her to have his kind of liberties, is the same that forces her into being contact with him at all. He's saved as 'the lesser Kang' on her phone. "How quick would you be to stab me in the back?" Another device is facing her. She's been scrolling and typing mindlessly for hours, looking at every social media account that has ever worn Balmain... and figuring out where they are now. That, and prodding at Bellamy to figure out what would get him to snap. Because men always do. "Be honest. I can take it." ((Hyun on the phone with the Kangs is such a wildly different experience if you compare this to her and Aeri-- HYELLO LYNNIE, MWAH ♥))

Seeing Ji Hyun's name on the screen brings a twisted little smile to his lips. The end of his day is dedicated to overlook some of the projects from the marketing team at the Kakao Corp headquarters. Answering through his free hand device, he still keeps an eye on the moodboard before his eyes, two hands down his pockets. Him and Hyun, the tango they have started to dance is Oh so entertaining to him. "Ji Hyun-sshi calling me on my cellphone. How intimate. Worry not, I won't tell your husband." Even through the phone, his smirk can he heard which he knows is annoying to her. "Aaah is this a We Have to Talk situation? I thought our honeymoon phase would last a little longer than that yet here you are, calling me the least trustyworthy person you know huh?" His smirk widens as he gestures to his assistant to bring him the second board, the one before his eyes not satisfying him so much.

"You know what I like the most about you Ji Hyun-sshi? You don't beat around the bush so let''s not bullshit each other into the illusion of a friendship and all should roll like I know it will. You hate my guts, so why would I trust you to be loyal to me for the better and for the worse yeah? We're not family, we're not fucking so I can tell, you will ride by my side as long as it's benefitial for you, as long as you don't feel indebted to me, in, I believe, respect for my business and without compromising your moral compass too much. However : you would ditch me if your boyfriend asks you to or if Allegra finds out about our little Histoire interdite so, expect the same from me." Honest, he couldn't be more than he is now, however he believes that's where lies the strength of their little secret. Hyun and him are nothing to each other so everything they will do will be strictly business; no dramas like he has with his sisters or his cousins, no sentimental yadiyadas, him and Hyun can go straight to the point, make bank and part ways when it's over, he likes that. "Isn't that why our alliance is so good? Nobody will know I go where you go, nobody will notice you go where I go, we can manipulate our away everywhere we want. By the end of the day, you get exactly what you want and I get exactly what I want, too." A pause as a thought crosses his mind. Something he's saving for later. "If it's the Power I have that worries you, I'm not like that. Getting you a seat to places only I can provide access to, is handing a piece of that power to you in order to maximize your influence. I'm not looking for an employee, I got enough for that. We can think ourselves as equels in our little duo." Another dismiss to board as he stands up from his seat as he now walks around the room, leaving his assistant behind, standing in front of the ceiling to flood windows, watching the sky darkening. "Is that what you wanted to hear, Ji Hyun-ssi? Reassurance? That are you're inviting me over for whiskey and cigars, and well, I'm free on sundays."

[black-is-no-colour]

HyunJi Shin (with Mathieu Simoneau), photographed by Cho Gi-Seok for Numéro April/May 2023

[umikaze365]

park da hyun

[mythvoiced]

That'd be a terrible business practice to uphold: accepting objects, goods in exchange for a service is not inherently a bad idea, hell, that's what people used to do before someone started putting drawings and holes on and into metal and applying an imaginary value to the end result.

But there's valuable goods... and there's this.

Hyun eyes Wei over the rim of... whatever it is she's holding. He's not particularly difficult to read, right now: the face of someone dreading you're about to shatter something very dear to them. Hyun carefully wraps her free hand over the mug and holds it properly with both.

It looks awful. She only has half an idea relating to its purpose because something is sloshing precariously inside it. But if he cares that much...

She leans in to hum appreciation and validation regarding his actual payment. Much better. Can also be exchanged for money. Plus-

"Suits you. Looks great," her fingers flex around the ceramic in her hand when she pulls back. No, not as cool, supposedly, but at least it looks like... well, it looks like itself, like whatever it is supposed to be.

"Can you... Be honest, can you drink from this. Like... does it work. It looks... it looks like the product of very hard work-" an assumption, really, "-but is it functional."

Presenting his newest ( and somehow finest ) creation signals observation. Yet he almost lurches in concern when the mug’s picked up. “Of course I didn’t— even if I did, I’d still think it’s cool.” No, no he wouldn’t. If anyone else made that abomination he’d probably skirt along the lines of playing it nice. Pretend to be impressed while pushing another topic.

“Nah— got this as payment.” A finger flicks at the right earlobe, bringing emphasis to a brand new earring in place of the usual stud. “Pretty cool, but so not as cool as that, right?” Wei’s back to beaming again, though a hint smug. Still too caught up with the delight of his newest clay prize.

[unes23]

Hyun Ji Shin by Szilveszter Mako for Numero Paris #242

[mythvoiced]

Unfortunately - god, how many times in a week can she think that word, huh? - for Hyun's reputation, Hyun is exactly the kind of person who barges in unannounced. She'd barely even regarded the assistant with a first, let alone a second look.

The insistent pleas to spare them of a loss of their job, to spare Gaya's with Hyun's interruption, had fallen on stubbornly, enraged ears, and Hyun had cared not, neither for whatever might happen to that poor thing as consequence to this, or whoever the fuck the man sitting in the chair she should be occupying is.

Not even children, she suddenly realizes, and the thought, the eerie thought of the sentence building on her tongue of, 'what do I care-' chokes her, slips down her throat and makes breathing, already difficult, just a tad less easy to perform.

She has to stop and stare, inhaling a few times to calm down. What kind of person would meet Gaya's calm demeanor with this scene. And what kind of person would be this very inconsiderate of everyone around them.

Well, Ji Hyun. Right now, at least.

She doesn't like the idea of relying on the heiress, but her reputation is no joke. Hyun had spent countless hours digging through every corner of the web that even barely mentioned Kang Gaya in passing. She'd never stooped as low as trying to cheat information out of Aeri, even though her cousin's name had stuck glued to her palate often enough while sharing a moment with her friend that she'd begun dreading uttering it.

Is this what desperation feels like?

Is this why Gaya is so good? Because she knows how to meet fury and storms with this icy calm, and get her clients hooked to the juxtaposition, until all their money lies in her account?

Until she wins the case?

Still, it's unnerving. Gaya doesn't even ask her to sit, and Hyun can't find it in herself to want to, anyway, even though the seat is perfectly vacated - by a man that will likely, once he figures out who she is, tell all his friends of the theatrics of her entrance.

Hyun's hand drags across her face. She halts to breathe into her palm for a second, before she does finally relent and drop herself in the chair opposite Gaya. It's comfortable, probably. She couldn't care less.

She mimics the attorney's posture, elbow on desk, face in hand, but where Gaya looks like this is the kind of field she thrives in with the kind of ease that makes traversing it boring, Hyun looks taut, exhausted, somehow both annoyed at the situation, and annoyed at the idea of being annoyed.

The only increase of energy she allows again is the glare she shoots Gaya. 'You're a star', she says. Hyun could be. if it weren't for stupid fucking scenarios such as these.

"You don't have to pacify me," she throws in, and despite her earlier tantrum, her voice is calm, if hardened, as she folds her arms across her chest and leans back. She crosses one leg over the other, long and alluring to all the people who care to look and put her on magazines for it.

Her height has always been an advantage. She wishes she could use the expensive silver attached to her feet in heels along with her height to stop the guy to death.

"I don't trust you," she answers easily, meeting Gaya's eyes. Oh to have that kind of self-control and disinterest, huh? "But I pay you. That's the next best thing in this context."

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

"... There's one event," unfortunately - there it is again - only made possible by your cousin dearest, but she'd rather not say that. Unless being in any way associated to Bellamy Kang isn't the advantage she wants it to be.

"I've been in the public eye like this long enough, if I show up anywhere and act too cocky or arrogant, it'll back-fire," she reaches out to pluck at the items on Gaya's desk. Her features remain relaxed, but it's difficult to not discern the gesture for what it is: nerves.

"Say, would you be as efficient in defending me in a case against me?" a smile, finally, the first of the encounter, tilted and angry enough to feel cold and hot on her own lips. "If I ever snapped and drove into that guy's house, for example."

It's a joke.

Right?

               @mythvoiced has sent :

"This, here," Hyun's fingernail clacks for a moment as she pushes onto the touchscreen too harshly, forgetting herself only because while there are few things that would make Hyun forget her personas, her training, her distrust, it's a good and well-nurtured grudge. She turns the device around, pushing it halfway across Gaya's desk, uncaring of whatever else may be piled on it. "It's my word against his. What if he presses charges against me? What then? Will you able to do anything then?" ((i wanted to go crazy loco but Hyun isn't warmed up to Gaya enough to start doing all the neurodivergent things she's capable of 🥺 gonna have her attempting to annoy the shit outta Bellamy tho HOLD ON--))

"Well." Gaya's eyes have no choice but to rest on the phone screen that arrives like a storm down her desk. It apparently is major enough for Hyun to barge in, cross Gaya's assistant who's still running behind Hyun like a furry 'Miss Kang has an appointment! I repeat Miss Kang has an appointment you cannot enter! Miss Kang does not like to be bothered! I'm going to lose my job again! There is indeed someone in there with Gaya, sitting right in front of her, a man with eyes slightly widened as Hyun pushes the work they seemed to be in the middle of. "Lee-sshi. Let's discuss our matter later in the day, it seems I have an emergency to take care of." Speaks the heiress. Of course whatever Gaya Kang orders, they do : the said Lee-sshi, eyeing Hyun from head to toe stands up before exiting the place. Ah right and the assistant by the door, apologizing a thousand times to Gaya from afar, closing the door quietly. "You got nerves. Your little interruption just caused 50 children to lose their home. Are you proud." A joke. A Kang Gaya's joke, cynical and sarcastic. Also not true, that previous meeting had nothing to do with no children. Her hand extends, wrapping around the phone to look from closer at the exposed matter. "You're telling me he's going public? Ugh. What is this, Single's Inferno? Fucking amateurs." Her usual desdain. "I told you I can do anything. This moron is speaking to the press before standing in front of Justice. What a bold yet weak strategy. Him and his laywer probably are trying to win the masses heart- Especially knowing your reputation isn't quite the best, he can pose as a victim and paint you as a she-demon. Tabloids love it." She puts the phone down, placing her head down the palm of her hand, elbow down the desk, thinking. "As said, it's weak and risky though. Our Mister over there might compromise himself the second he is put under pressure, shoot himself in the foot. By that I mean, the more he talks, the more public this gets, the more paparazzis will tailor him. There are things he is allowed to say, others that would jeopardize his case. He doesn't let us no choice but to jump in too, luckily we're better at Being Public than he will ever be." True. Isn't it. Them being used to the media is a powerful asset. "Don't you have events on your social calenders coming soon? Please tell me you have, it's important you do. Events I probably won't attend. I'm a business woman, not a socialite-" A roll from the eye as the last word is spoken. "I mean... No offense. You're a star." An immediate wide smile spreads on Gaya's lips to back up her line. "We must win the public's heart back, we will remind them you matter, remind them you have more social power than him if you want to. Once your name is on social media for galavanting reasons and not a scandal, that's where we fire back. I will tell you exact what you should say for your words to land in the right ears and for him to understand your version will be more heard of than yours. Do you trust me?"

            

[korean-dreams-girls]

Park Da Hyun - October 14, 2023 2nd Set

[modelcoutureee]

[umikaze-85]

park da huyn

[mythvoiced]

"Oh, absolutely," Hyun is mellow. An oddity. A rarity. How long has she been sitting here for, now? Utterly mesmerized by the craft taking shape in the other's hands? Chin in her hands, sparkling eyes hyper-focused on the practiced movements.

All she's missing is a slightly swaying tail and extremely widened pupils and she'd look like a cat ready to pounce on a particularly intriguing red dot.

Gosh, how often does she get to sit down and simply talk to someone?

"You can start any day. Let me know when you want to, I'll help you connect to a few people," her head tilts, adjusting her gaze onto the girl's features.

"I want to be honest with you, though... They will suggest plastic surgery and pretend it's the only option. I'm not mentioning this to you because I agree - because I fucking don't, excuse the language - but as warning."

and one thing for a certain model.... || closed starter for @mythvoiced ♡

“I wanted to be an actor when I was younger.” Before her parents died to be exact, but realistically, even without the burn scars, Suki knows she wouldn’t have made a very good one. The fox in her hands continues to build itself. “Aren’t there lots of actors who start their careers late anyways?”

[mythvoiced]

“Fancy party we have, uh, here.” Nervous laughter. Of course Nell laughs nervously before taking another generous sip of her punch. And of course the supermodel has to be in the vicinity while Myungdae and Alfred are busy carrying out their part of the plan. And of course the model had to recognize Myungdae earlier. And of course Nell now has to distract make small talk to said model while playing the waiting game as the Black Knight sets up the connection between the mainframe and her iPad.

How else could this possibly go wrong?

Another sip of the punch. “Uh, this is pretty good…punch? I can…I’ll get you a glass if you want.”

( also more nell vs small talk content...this time she gotta go lie to hyun since hyun already probably knows myungdae is up to no good JKFLSDJF :'D )

@stillresolved | NELL OH GOSH MY LOVE

Hyun's initial reaction is, unfortunately, instant displeasure and latent distrust. The displeasure isn't even all too misplaced, not in her field, not with her notoriety, and sadly enough, not with her social standing.

She has no idea who this foreigner is and while her Korean is perfect enough to suggest she may not be one at all, to Hyun and her world she may as well be. Her face is completely dissociated from any magazine covers and brand deals Hyun had memorized throughout the years, bombarded by her agent with 'this could be you's and 'this should be you's and whatever other phrase was supposed to function as incentive to get her to make them more money from yet another angle.

No actress. No model. Beautiful, yes, but natural, not as expensively pronounced as Hyun is.

The appropriate response for someone of Hyun's status is to, well, lift her chin, meet the woman's eyes solely to show and underline herself turning away again, and move on with the rest of her night.

Unfortunately for her marketing and fortunately for herself, Hyun only understands 'appropriate' as an adjective attached to morals that are actually morals... and not the rules of this little game.

"Do you speak English?" is the counter-question Hyun poses as she steps closer. There's some bias here, potentially, to pose the question just because her sudden conversation partner doesn't look traditionally South Korean, so to speak, but she shall continue to merely yearn the answer is yes.

"A lot of powerful girls here tonight don't, so...," she steps one final step to rest her hand on the woman's upper arm and lean in. "If you think this is fancy, then you must allow me to tell you how ugly it is," she smiles, and glows in perfect make-up, expensive Aeri clothing, and the sparkle of bejeweled earrings that annoy her every time they brush against her neck.

She looks around, conspiratorial.

"Also, I saw a suspicious looking person earlier and wanted to keep an eye on him, but I completely lost him in the crowd," she looks into the woman's startled - and admittedly stunning - dark brown eyes and chalks up her nerves to an environment she doesn't seem particularly used to.

She plucks the glass she's holding out of her hand. "The punch is mediocre at best. Allow me to lead you to a table with better alcohol. Now, as for that person, did you see anyone who looked out of place? Came with a cane, weird look in his eyes. Suggested I break into Samsung."