Beauty was in the middle of sampling the champagne when Dr. Crane suggested someplace quieter. She barely managed to keep her expression from betraying her. It was as if he were from exactly the same time as she herself!
Then she saw how his face went quiet and still at the mention of Lestat. More than that, Beauty thought she saw something about the man that was heartbreakingly... solitary. She felt that way lately, a lot, too. Ironic, she thought to herself, glancing over at Lestat. "If you know the polonaise," she offered, "Perhaps I could rely on you to get me through this throng to that man in the red velvet."