Siana/Ari - 11pm
Ari looked up from splashing water on her face -- not much use for eye make-up under a mask, and the stage was quite warm -- when the other woman entered the room and stopped at the mirror next to her. Ari shot her a curious look, thinking for a moment that she looked somewhat familiar, before she realized -- Siana Banes of the EKP cleaned up quite nicely.
"Good evening," she said pleasantly. No need to call attention to herself -- she thought the woman hadn't recognized her some time ago at the Sackheim, and perhaps she would be able to keep her anonymity even now, though in the unrelieved black of a performer and her hair pulled partially back to stay out of her way as she swapped instruments she likely looked much more like the thief in the sewers than the lady at the dinner table.
Still, she thought, patting her face dry and preparing to tie her mask on again, hope sprang eternal.