A hint of movement caught Anna Marie's eye, and she glanced up from her nails, briefly, to find herself looking back at a pair of dark, sunken eyes. She broke contact almost immediately, turning away with a dismissive, disinterested shift of her head, but that was, of course, a facade. The truth was that there was something<i>unsettling </i>about that girl's gaze, and the grin that accompanied it. Anna Marie was grateful for the distraction that came with the chiming of the clock moments later.<br/><br/>This was more like it.<br/><br/>Like Vivian, Anna Marie climbed to her feet at their host's request. Her approach, however, was confident, and deliberately casual. She took her time, walking slowly while glancing about the revealed hall, and nodding approvingly to herself. She didn't properly look up to the balcony until she'd drawn level with the bunny-suited waitress.<br/><br/>"Are we starting, then?" She asked, her head turned upward as she examined their host from behind her sunglasses. "<i>Finally</i>. I was beginning to think you were going to keep us waiting around all night."