She can sense Steven's anxiety immediately, and turns her gaze to the subject of it.

"Who is...?" She started to ask, before she realized that she already knew the answer to the question someone. "The Prince," she whispered. The host of the ball. The master of the manor.

She was seized by anxiety, and any progress she'd made a moment ago was immediately reversed, guilt washing down on her for her attempts to undermine her master's wishes.