Ophion/Juliette
If she could have pressed further into the wall, she certainly would have done so. "I did not intend to be in your way, Lord Barnard." It was a pathetic response by anyone's estimation, really, but the best she could come up with in her startled state.
The scowl on his face didn't help much, either. Lady Demiel had things to say about Lord Barnard to begin with, but on the few occasions Juliette had interacted with him in the past, she had to agree with at least one of her guardian's statements - this man was generally not very pleasant company. Her hands clutched her skirt before she realized she would wrinkle it and let go, and then it was her turn to brush awkwardly at her clothing.
Obviously, she should have picked a better dark corner.
"I hope you are not... irreparably late due to being... detained," she managed, the politest way she could think of to mention that she was out of his way now, and he was not shackled to her company. Hopefully he would leave, and that would be that.