Ithi'Ka frowns at the mess.  Maybe she'd been wrong to assume the girl was not involved.  Maybe she was wrong in assuming the girl's tertiary role to the attack, or maybe June isn't really June at all... she wrings one hand free from its glove, then lifts the stopper gently from the bottle on the vanity.  She holds it in her slender, ashen fingers, wafting it a few inches from her face, careful not to let the oil touch her skin-- she needs to know the scent, not wear it.<br/><br/>She dabs a scrap of one of the cheaper, softer garments along the rim, then stuffs it into a sealable potion vial, sealing it tightly.  She then replaces the bottle's decorative stopper, moving quickly now, as she half-closes her eyes and searches for any notes of the scent she might identify-- knowing nothing of perfume, she pretends that it is animal musk... she won't identify it, surely, but hopefully she'll recognize it if she encounters it again.<br/><br/>"We need all females present-- anyone close to June's size, that is-- accounted for.  She was here not long ago, and may be impersonating another.  Do you recall any women leaving alone in the past few hours..?  Client, or one of your girls?  Maybe for an errand?"  She replaces her glove and leaves the room, fanning her face to clear any remnant scent from the original sample of perfume.  "We must check the women here, also.  Could your... ah... associate-- the one with whom you have a bargain-- have any insight?"  She tests the air here in the hall.  She makes a swift path for the Crystal Room, where she will inquire with Mary about any well-dressed women leaving, or hanging about, anyone leaving with baskets or trunks or the like...