Apollo moved as quickly as Ares did, though he liked to think there was less bristling fury to his own walk. He didn't think he would return to the ballroom straight away, perhaps he'd check out the chocolate room on his way back from the bathroom, see if anyone felt like sharing a beanbag with him.
Hecate looked back at Marcie, at Melpomene. For a moment she considered lingering, to watch in case things kicked off again as soon as either Olympian reappeared, but she was feeling a little shaken, and rather thought she could use a vol-au-vent or three before facing off with anyone else. She looked at Marcie directly for a moment, smiled at her, and nodded once before turning away.
With a small exhalation of breath, Melpomene she moved to sit on the couch proper, rather than perching on the arm. "Yes," she said to Marcie. "He's not happy with me at all. He blames me for this pregnancy."