"Me? No! Well, what I mean to say is, I'm not waiting for a sweetheart, though I did arrive with an escort of sorts." She lifted herself onto tiptoes and craned her neck, searching for the other Inquisitor who arrived with her. They were simply colleagues, but had shared a carriage to the masquerade and entered together. "A friend," she explained. "Who has no doubt gone in search of a dancing partner."
She tipped her head. There was something about the young man's voice, jaw, and the cut of his hair that seemed familiar to Elspeth, but she could not place him, thanks in part to the mask. It put her in an awkward position. If she was supposed to know who he was, she would hate to play the stranger. Then again, it might be rude to demand the identity of a person at a masquerade.
"I think we have met," she said, settling on a statement because it did not demand an answer.