Isobel had drifted away from the pool table and Rafe, intent on refreshing her drink. She had paused for a moment, glancing around to lay eyes on wherever Obed had wandered off to. He seemed to be doing well, and, reassured, Isobel had continued on her course toward the snack table. She thought about grabbing a second drink and joining him, but she came up next to another woman and thought it impolite to not at least introduce herself.
"Hi there," she started, feeling a little more on the ball than she had earlier. She reached for the ladle in the punch bowl, smiling at the woman standing next to her. "Isobel, D3. Pretty nice little party, don't you think?"