*thinks back* Ooh, yes, I remember. You're downtown somewhere, then. *listens to the muffled sounds of people, and plenty of them, talking and laughing all around you (oh, you must love it, even while you're laughing at other things entirely)* It sounds like a party there. You're at a party? Were you invited? *considers what she knows of that part of town* Oh! Ingil, is it some kind of art showcase? Or was this opening night for a play?
*hunts down her brush and delicately settles on the edge of the bed, running the bristles down the length of her hair and wincing at the snarls* Are you having a good time? I don't know if I can make it out there tonight, sweetheart. It's pretty late.