At the very least the food was good, and no one was really bothering her.  Luminarya was glad for that much.  She ate slowly, looking around at all of the happy people and wondering how they were enjoying this occasion so much.  Then again, she'd never really understood why anyone liked to go to a Ball, or a Dance, or any of those sorts of large crowded social occasions.  She'd just worked her way through a helping of assorted fruit when she realized that she had forgotten to get anything to drink.<br/><br/>She was busy staring down at her plate, wondering whether she should risk getting back up to get anything or not when she heard a voice behind her, which made her jump slightly in her seat.  She turned to see who it was and was relieved to recognize Mordecai.  At least it was someone she knew, and another mechanic at that, someone she could get along with.  She couldn't help grinning as he called her on her foolishness, accepting the Chardonnay that he offered her and drinking a bit of it.  The table was completely empty, other than her, so she waved towards the nearby seat, inviting him to join her if he wanted to, while putting the glass down so that she could respond.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">Yeah, I suppose your right.  It's not like I could hide very well even if I wanted to, yeah?</span>" she replies, smiling up at the newcomer and reaching up to tug on a strand of her hair, to emphasize her point.  Though, that was the way she liked it.  She enjoyed standing out on regular work days, her hair let people easily pick her out among the other technicians and mechanics.  It only became frustrating when she was in embarrassing situations.  Like this one.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I'm sorry it took me so long to get back.  I didn't remember until I got back to my room that I don't have anything to wear to social occasions like this, then I was too embarrassed to come back.</span>" She explains, waiting to see if he was going to sit down with her, or if he preferred standing next to her, so she would know where to look.  "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">But in the end, I guess hunger wins out over any sort of foolishness that I might feel for being here.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>