Ugh, this again, with the autographs and the fans and it was times like this that Gaala really did hate people, especially the fans. But the klokateers were there to make sure everyone played nice, and Charlene was around, somewhere, like always. And maybe, just maybe, Gaala might actually find someone to pounce, as unlikely a scenario as that was starting to seem.
She sighed, exhaling smoke through her nose and grinding the cigarette out under a heel before slipping back into the greenroom as the klokateers started herding the fans in.