Baba didn't react, not much. She simply moved with the bump and turned to fix a look on the young...beauty. Her lips had settled into a hint of a smile as she glanced from the pretty young thing to the pretty much older one. The smile grew a little.
"Yes, he does seem to be meeting all sorts of lovely creatures this evening." Her voice held no venom, no obvious venom anyway. In fact, it was teasing. "Perhaps we should talk later, monsieur, and you help this pretty girl find her feet out on the dance floor?"
Baba wanted to see what happened when a young one was almost sacrificed to one like Lestat. She wanted to see what he'd do. Then again, she was just as curious to see what the young woman would do. Would she deny herself a dance, and if so, how would she do it?