Re: second floor.
The conflict she felt at that statement was almost palpable, and for a moment she was silent. Finally, she relented, nodding in agreement. "History is but the handiwork of the exceptional," she said, taking another sip of her drink. "Do you think that this party tonight will leave a mark?" she asked, the question largely hypothetical: there was no right or wrong answer. But it felt familiar in some ways, different in others, and simply couldn't keep the question out of her mind.