"Oh, I just had to get away from all of that for a while," she said, gesturing to the ball dismissively. Handy found himself frowning momentarily before he recovered. Why would anyone be openly dismissive of the ball? Granted, he wasn't happy to be there either, but that was because Handy was the sort to be happy simply vegetating in his room if he could help it. "Dreary really, don't you think?"