Honestly, Romilda wouldn't have noticed the jostling of her table if her bottle of wine hadn't jiggled slightly on the table. She scrabbled to catch it and looked up with - surely - venom in her gaze. But when she noticed it was Parminder Patil, she softened a bit. Parminder had been nice to her, when the rest of the press had been dancing gleefully at her humiliation (not that she blamed the new Birdy or Blaise - that was their job and she even respected them for it; but it had been nice and even a little soothing to have someone behave kindly towards her...). Had been anyone else - besides maybe a Zaibini - she was sure she would have torn them apart for nearly spilling her precious wine.
"Fine," she said, finally, coming out of her thoughts and focusing on him. "You?" She asked, indicating his shirt.