Selena Blackstone enters the room, surrendering her sodden cloak to the door man, and carefully wipes the water from her hat before returning the plume to it. Now, once more properly attired, her green eyes gaze around the room with interest before she moves to stand to the side of the fire, warmed but not highlighted by the flames.<br/><br/>One hand flicks the raven locks that fall to her mid-back in an effort to allow some of the heat to penetrate the silken curtain covering the back of her neck. Despite her obvious chill she makes no move toward the brandy sitting out on the table as she waits for the other guests or her mysterious host to arrive.