Elsa & Imperius
A ripple in the Force drew Lomea's attention to the blonde woman as she rushed outside the lounge. Interesting. She excused herself from a conversation with a particularly boring Ensign and followed. A glass lifted off of the refreshment table as she passed it and she exited as it flew into her hand.
The doors swished shut behind her, and she regarded the panicing woman for just a moment before speaking. Lomea sounded a little lyrical when she spoke, though her tone was dry and her accent similar to the British. "Is everything all right. Elsa, is it?"