[ Red is a bit fancy herself. Still, she's a bit of a wallflower for the moment, nursing a drink and watching the swirl of activity. She's out of place. Feels like it, too. This whole place is too fancy, too opulent, too full of overwhelming excess. Especially for someone fresh off of a battlefield.

She glances up as Arlecchino approaches and there's a moment where her eyes narrow, like she can feel the predator underneath the surface. She manages a smile, though. She can play nice. ]

Yeah, they seem pretty set on making us participate... whether we want to or not. You wake up in one of those cars, too?