Diane glanced into the large and well lit ballroom. She stood in the doorway for a while, smoothing her hand over the costume and nibbling on her nails now and again. She never was much of a social person. This was uncomfortable enough in the costume but adding strangers to the mix was never a good thing. She sighed a bit and looked around. She turned and moved down to the bar area hoping they would have a nice wine and maybe some food. She definitely needed food, and as if on cue her stomach grumbled and she bit her lip with a sigh. One poorly manicured hand pushed over her stomach and she slipped past the massive ballroom door and into the bar area. If anything, a drink would quiet the rumble.