She's relieved when he seems to simmer down, and she mirrors his nod, giving him a small, encouraging touch on his back, right behind his shoulder.

She stays close with Susan, at first, feeling more than a little anxiety. And maybe a little excitement, as inappropriate as that was—there was a stimulating thrill to the danger, but the unease was definitely just as present, and largely so.

She sifts through people, slipping between and around them with ease despite being usually rather ungraceful, and she keeps her eyes on Susan the best she can all the while. It's difficult, though; almost dizzying, looking for his brother. The attendees are almost indiscernible.

And unfortunately, Annabelle is looking rather distracted.