*smoothes an invisible crease out of her silky red dress for the umpteenth time, promptly following up by fussing with her hair*
*takes your hand and smiles at you to calm you down (which fails miserably because her lips are so shaky and her eyes are half-glazed)*
We're going to win everything. Nothing. I don't know. Eru, you're gorgeous. Are we really here? I live in Menegroth and watch the soaps in my pajamas. What am I doing here? Don't-look-over-there-Dominique-Laurent-is-looking-at-you.