Emerging from an alcove, with barely more than his pants on, it took Trenton a long moment to realization that something was wrong. That masks were standing around, mouths agape with their staring. A brief inspection of his surroundings ensured that it wasn't him they were staring at. While he might have typically taken offense to being such background fodder, that's when he noticed the girl on the table. Luca at her side, along with two strangers. His only memory of Kane being a fuzzy one.
Pulling his own mask off and dropping it into a nearby chair, he approached Luca. A little drunk, a little drugged the fuck up, but miraculously steady on his feet. "Did anyone call an ambulance?"
Two-toned eyes hesitant on the girl with the ripped dress, one he recognized. He ground the heel of his hand against a tattoo licked collar. Already pulling his phone out of his pocket and backing toward the exit. "I'll meet the EMTs in the lobby and show them the way down."
Something occurred to him as he was storming across the floor, between the formal hemlines and elegant masks. "Isn't somebody in this building a fucking doctor?"