<span style="font-style: italic">Right. Some lunatic running along the rooftops in the direction of the castle. Plausible but highly unlikely. Great, she had been here for less than a week and already gets to see her first royal murder attempt. While working here is good for station it is bloody miserable for health. Cecelia will admit she's a tad bit nervous and frightend by the intruder heading towards them. Should doesn't mean will. "If you say so," she sighs. None the less she nods to show him that she heard the part about everyone being in their quarters. <br/><br/>She blinks again when Allen asks if they should dance. The rain had become worse outside the window again causing her to lose track of the figure on the roof. Once again they join the crowd on the dance floor.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">Antoinette takes a break from dancing herself. "Allen seems to have found a lass to spend her time with, eh father? Maybe he'll actually be able to talk with her and not at her. Wonder who she is? She is quite the lovely dancer though. Even Allen's looking well for having not done it to much."</span>