Re: Outside, in the Gardens....
Jazz had been inside, chatting amicably with Spencer's father about business when all the excitement had gone down outside. Though she was nowhere near the windows, it didn't take long for whispers to coming flow back through the crowd to where she stood, looking curiously in the direction of the grand doors.
She excused herself from Mr. Michael's and drifted through the crowd, picking up information as she went. It didn't take her long to put together a blurry, water-color type picture of what had happened and it only became clearer when her phone buzzed gently against her skin (she'd tucked into the open vee of her dress for safe, but ready, keeping) and she found a text message from Cleo that filled in many of blanks. And what it didn't tell her, her common sense was happy to provide.
She hesitated for several long moments, arguing with herself as whether she should go find Jane and check on her...or go try to satisfy her sudden urge to see if Avery, the very idiot who seemed to have started this whole thing, was okay. She argued with herself as she crossed through the crowd, and continued arguing as she got a glass of ice and snatched a handful of napkins from the bar.
But she stopped once she was out in the gardens, she was too busy trying to find and follow the shiny dark spots dotting the ground to argue with herself.