Felicia turned to the new contender, smiling brightly like a polished mirror. Or knife. Frankly, there were a lot of people surrounding recognizing her while she cased and she didn't like it. Maybe she needed to take Price off on his holiday and let New York cool down. "Oh? Oh my gosh, what could a gala need a lawyer for? Did an artist over-hear a nasty comment?" She turned with an apologetic, sad smile to Fisk. "I am so sorry, maybe another time?"