audrey/ofelia, later in the evening.
And Ofelia knew how to drag out a moment properly, going still and quiet as if she hadn't heard Audrey – she lingered just long enough to exchange some pleasantries with nearby party-goers, trilling a laugh as Lady D'Unienville, before finally setting aside her drink, drizzling apologies in her wake, and then parting to find the lady's room.
Which was, of course, not the lady's room washroom at all, but the first corridor to the right on the second storey.
When she found her apprentice waiting, Ofelia had dropped the last vestiges of her cover. She was still glancing around them with interest, however; she'd never seen this particular hallway before, and the mansion seemed an unending source of curios. "Their estate wasn't anything like this, was it?" she asked, her voice dropped low – they were alone, but it couldn't hurt to be careful.