Roxy/Selene
Having determined that neither of them was at the Festival on official business, Selene dropped the New Orleans accent, reverting to the one she usually used when she spoke English; that of an upper class Londoner. "More likely trying not to be bored to death by redundant paperwork while trying to keep idiots from using violence to get what they want." She shook her head at the offer of the spun sugar treat.
"I'll be there," Selene nodded. "Wearing my usual black body armor and much more heavily armed. With any luck, word will get around that this is one Council member who got her start in a rough neighborhood, and isn't afraid to go back there if somebody starts something they shouldn't."
"I have them specially made." She took off her sunglasses and handed them to Roxy. "People think they can see your eyes through them, but really can't. If you put them on, there is a tiny mirror set in the frame on either side. They look like decorations, but let me see behind myself without turning my head. Keep them if you like. no technology to be detected or fail."