[ her eyes don't necessarily meet the petite girl's whose giddy from the man's latest insult but cinder can sense that her own presence was... attention-grabbing. although she'll later ask why the girl has dressed herself like a conductor for now, cinder curbs her curiosity for now and opts to act pleasant. so politely, she merely laughs; light and effervescent as she sips her drink continuing to observe the sea of guests who wear indignation like a mask. ]

Mm-hmm. It is quite... interesting to see how someone's expression might falter over the most harmless of words and glances.

[ translation: look at these pigs in clothing. cinder turns her head as she says this and notices the brief flash of surprise that paints itself on the girl face. and in that flash, she sees a possible field to plant the seed of loyalty more than anything else. ]

Yours too.

[ smoooooth. ]