Just as Miles had done, Sal had familiarized herself with the layout and logistics of the party well in advance, and when she hadn't been practicing legilimancy with Ariel that afternoon, she'd been going over the particulars over and over again. She, too, had gone over the place upon arrival, checking with the staff and the caterers for any updates or changes in the personnel working the party. She'd managed to find a dress in Ariel's closet that not only fit her own personal style a little more, but also one that she could quickly modify in an instant if it came to needing to run or get physical.
During one of her passes through main room, she spotted Miles standing with...Ariel (so weird, would never not be weird), and gave the pair a small nod before moving on. Casual movements through the room, small nods and smiles of acknowledgment were the rule of the evening, unobtrusively observing and watching for trouble. The President had already arrived and was stationed with her own security and small retinue of guests on the staircase.
Among their number was a face that shocked her so much that her mind went completely numb. Why in God's name was he here? In her haste to get out of the room, she nearly stumbled into a small clutch of party guests, but managed to make it into the summer parlor without any further incident. Morgana, what she wouldn't have given at that moment for a shot or three of fire whiskey.