Eventually, Kate breaks off from her friends to make her way to the refreshment table. She walks confidently in her silver heels, almost as if she's in flats rather than something that adds a good two inches to her height. It's a sort of grace that comes with practice, much like everything about her demeanor tonight. After being in Luceti for two months, it's kind of nice to be in an element so similar to the sort she grew up in. Spoiled rich kid and all that.

A spoiled rich kid, anyway, who knows better than to turn down free alcohol. Especially when she's in a place where she doesn't have to get others to provide the glasses for her.

She smiles politely as she passes Simon at the table, scanning the food as she sips at the newly filled flute of champagne.