Luther hadn't looked for specific faces, merely combing the crowd for those whom he recognized. He knew more than he realized and it struck him then how much it meant that this was over, they were moving on. He didn't interrupt conversations, weaving around the faces. A familiar glimpse of dark hair caught his eye and he turned, seeing a familiar woman moving towards him.
There was only a brief moment of eye-conctact and he moved forward. His limp was pointed after the night of dancing and stair-climbing, but it didn't change his determination as he moved towards her. "Nina!"