Miranda didn't as much regain her composure as got distracted by the sheer size and luxury of the ballroom. She let go of Alister's arm almost absently, and looked around. Should she take a turn around or get herself a drink first? She decided on the latter; she had barely touched her champagne downstairs. She noticed with appreciation the barmaid's costume and headed that way slowly, giving Alister and his new date enough time to order first.