Mackenzie was doing her best to mingle, far more outgoing than her twin. She wandered around the room (gracefully, despite the light brace on her one ankle), smiling and chatting with the various visitors, dancing when asked. She knew enough of the basics of ballroom to at least keep up with the average person, so that was no worry.
After a particularly vigorous salsa, she made her way over to one of the drink tables, helping herself to a glass of water.