And achingly familiar it definitely was, and she wasn't the only one torn between crossing the room to her side and staying put, though Keiran, slave to his love as ever wasn't quite as good at resisting and, elbowing his way first past Nathan (that part carefully, at least) and then past Arthur, who he afforded less consideration, as if they were somehow equals (which wouldn't have been a strange thing to say if status hadn't been such a concern in all his interaction with Lexi thus far), placed himself at her shoulder, though he did manage to stop himself from actually touching her, figuring that that would be inappropriate, somehow.
Casting her a sideways glance from his spot, he mouthed 'you alright?' although it was a ridiculous question because things were clearly far from alright, before turning his attention back to the gathering as a whole. His voice was, to his credit, far more even and measured than he'd expected, a voice which commanded attention, though there was a harshness under it, an urge to leap to Lexi's defence if it should transpire either of these two had been the one to wound her. ”Does someone want to tell me what the hell happened here?”