Enigma was pouting, having had her drinks removed by Damon, and even her own manservant...bodyguard...whatever the hell Marcus really was, was refusing to get her another, even as he had no problems keeping her father well lubricated. She scanned the room, idly stirring the Shirley Temple that was forced upon her in an attempt to get her to sober up, a grin crossing her lips as she spotted Jack.
She had a moment of 'I burned down your office', before her face melted into a calmer, more welcoming smile and she made her way through the crowd to Jack's side, giving an elegant curtsy despite her rather inebriated state. “It's my honor to greet you, I hope you enjoyed the performance,” she said, before offering her gloved hand. “Enigma, we met at the last gala.”