Temple has taken only the most liberal inspiration from the outfits around her, and has chosen to emphasis the barbarians' fur with a rosey mink stole atop a semi-sheer gown. As with most social settings, she seems at ease but attentive, hiding vigilance behind an extremely convincing smile and a little bit of alcohol before she even arrives on the premises. Her teeth and earrings sparkle. Her hair is perfectly curled, and she gives off the aura of the wife of a very important man, beautiful but untouchable.

She pauses when she looks at her tableguest and considers that she probably should have pre-gamed a little harder before arriving. Her face takes on something of a steely air as she clicks her way over to the table, passes her expensive clutch to the Avox perpetually beside her, and takes a seat.

"Well, I suppose we'll get along a little better with Bailey home and sleeping, won't we?"