*is utterly embarrassed to be present, at the moment, with angry words like fucking suit and drew the short straw, did we? flying through the air (and clearly this other contingent has no idea who you are)*
*answers your raised eyebrow with an open grimace, but says nothing, knowing any explanation or apology would be lost in the overall noise* *makes absolutely no move to cross that invisible line left by the open gates, either; it would probably only inflame things, and she has no idea whether she'd be welcome, now*