Remus Lupin | Nebula
Nebula was not certain what to make of a dance party, or even a party for that matter. She had seen parties before, moved through them but not as someone in attendance, they were merely activities that happened alongside her plans. Usually assassinations, parties were excellent cover for something like that.
But there was no assassinations happening that night, in fact she did not think she would be taking part in assassinations ever again. Which was a strange thing to realize and yet there it was. The knowledge that she would not have to do something like that again. So perhaps she could see what the point of something like this was.
Though initially she wasn't sure she understood it, the music was loud enough that it nearly rattled through her circuitry, and people moved in strange and unappealing sort of ways like they were possessed. She didn't understand it at all. So rather than start there, she found her way to the tables were there was food.
Terran food could be strange, but it made more sense than what she guessed was dancing happening. "Remus," She greeted him when she realized that he was there at the tables where refreshments were held. Though she had not intended to run into him like this he was there and so she reached out a little, the familiar far more comfortable than all of this that didn't quite make sense. "Hello, it is -" She paused considering, "A nice party." She settled on finally, because she had heard he was hosting it, and that deserved something.
"Are you going to dance?" She wondered, curious if everyone would take part or if she could get away without doing anything of the sort of herself.