Darcy raised her eyebrows and walked over to the wall and started reading. It was easy enough to figure out who she was, though Estella was nothing she wanted to talk about at the moment. She wasn't sure she'd actually have to do much at all, none of it was making any sense and she just wanted to go home.
She looked back between them all and chewed on her lip for a minute, "Lucky daughter of Dickens' bride present," she said raising her hand just a bit.
Her attention was mostly focused on the two men in the room (which wasn't new if she was honest), but one was a detective and was a canine criminal. She was starting to get nervous and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.