Vanessa had long since finished her drink and maybe a piece or two of bite sized pastries. Her looking scanning of the crowd did not lead to a whole lot of neat little tidbits of information as she hoped, but that's what you get at a wedding. People who are either too into the couple that are getting together, or people who are simply looking out for themselves. That much, she did gather, listening in on a few of the males who hoped to cash in on some envious, and perhaps desperate, females. The girl wasn't terribly interested in finding a mate at this point in time in her life. Learning at the academy, stealing in the darkest hours of the night, stopping others from stealing at those hours were things she was more inclined to.<br/><br/>Unless of course the right person comes along.<br/><br/>As if the fates were trying to tell her something, the typical wedding music was being played by the band, beckoning everyone to take their places. A lot of the 'guards' of the wedding stayed where they were while the guests went into the rows upon rows of chairs to catch the perfect glimpse of the beautiful bride and groom. Vanessa could hardly care for such a spectacle - grabbing a chair at a leisurely pace.<br/><br/>The teen took a seat right beside the hoppity mutant that she met earlier. Simon was it? Whatever. There really wasn't a whole lot of choice in the matter since seats were beginning to fill up quickly. "Enjoying yourself so far?" Vanessa asked him in a hushed tone, not wanting to upset either the band or those around her. Peculiarly concerned about that despite her lack of true compassion. "Wonder if this is going to be broken up; these things never tend to go smoothly when you have a whole battalion around, you know? When you prepare for trouble, it usually thinks that's an invitation.'