<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Relieved, nagging thought in the back of her mind: Dammit, this was my favorite dress...</em></span></div><br/>The confusion seemed to slowly be coming to an order of some sorts. Firetrucks and ambulances had arrived on scene, crowding the street with illegal parking and adding their own wailing sirens to the cacophony of the gallery's fire alarm going off as well as various shouts all around.<br/><br/>A crowd of curious onlookers were gathering despite the early hours. Some genuinely concerned, others flipping their phones out. For what? Taking pictures? Or updating their status messages? The thought passed through her mind automatically, without feeling, uncaring. The realization of it chilled her. When was the last time she'd felt so...cold?<br/><br/>The sound of her name being called roused her from her thoughts and she looked up to see a disheveled Ronin. It wasn't until she noticed that he was no longer dressed as a Drow that she realized she was still in the clothes she'd worn to the auction. A favorite get-up of hers that was now slightly ashy and smelled very much of smoke. A part of her mind was already trying to figure out if she'd be able to salvage it enough to wear regularly again, the other part was just glad to see Ronin. Another point that had slipped her mind, Paul was still holding her hand. Or was she holding his? Whichever it was, she reluctantly let go, not wanting to leave the comfort it gave and not wanting to cling to it either.<br/><br/>"Ronin!" Her arms swung around the model as she squeezed him into a hug, a compulsive action that she'd acted on without thinking. "You're alright!" There was relief in her voice, though the last statement seemed to be a question as well. Stepping back, there was concern in her eyes as she looked him over, waiting for a confirmation,<em>Right?</em>