As interesting as the gathering was, it was thirsty work standing here and looking interested and yet aloof at the same time.  It took a little time to catch the attention of one of those wandering servants, but not so much that it was unseemly.  Soon enough, a delicately fluted glass nestled in Lacey's still-gloved hand.  The fragrant bouquet of the pale wine helped settle the young librarian's fluttering stomach, and a few small sips helped settle her nerves as well.<br/><br/>Lacey was re-orienting herself, and once again beginning to glance about, trying to determine why everyone was so interested in the egyptians, and yet unwilling to approach them or converse directly.  She was just resolving to go over and speak with them direct when she was nigh-ambushed with the appearance of one of the socialites Lacey had so recently been studying.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin, who might I have the pleasure of addressing,  and what keeps you alone and without company in such an affair as this might I wonder ?”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Startled by the suddenness of the approach she had not been expected, Lacey found her eyes wide and blinking for that long moon-struck moment.  "Oh... ah... Do be pairdonin' meh, Miss.  A'm not normal ane fer to be chettin an' mexin' an'tha lahk.  A've come from the Univers'ty o' Glasgow, t'view tha papyrus tha Winterstane' did bring back wi'them.  Lacey, Miss.  Lacey MacAllister.  Ah ye're service, Miss."<br/><br/>Sketching a brief curtsey, Lacey prayed that she had not managed to offend the approached Lady.