Elisabeth, who had been in the eye of the media for decades in Austria and again in the 50s America for marrying a very rich socialite, was used to to the spotlight. She did not, however, like it as much as Achilles probably did.
"I'll be right back," she said with a smile and then she was off, wending her way through the crowds like an expert.
She found Patroclus by the bar, looking absolutely concerned about something on the wall. When she touched his arm, he let out a yelp which was swallowed up by the din of the crowd, though Elisabeth heard. She cried out as well, and then she laughed and touched her hand lightly to her chest to feel her heart beat. "Patroclus, my god!"
"Sorry..." Patroclus gave her a deeply worried look and Elisabeth raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm?"
"Achilles is looking for you," she said, taking his hand. "This way."
"Oh...Achilles?! Does he want me? TO TALK TO ME! I...I meant to talk to me," Patroclus said quickly. Elisabeth gave him a strange look and she simply nodded, pulling Patroclus back over to Achilles.