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[b]Tobias' Gala - Dance Floor[/b]
"What do you fuckin' mean, quietly?!" Moira exclaimed, as oblivious to the atmosphere as ever. It was only when she received a chorus of hushing noises in response that she quietened down. Okay. Okay. Maybe she should shut up.

She swayed a little on the spot, before recoiling when Amy let out her light. Urgh! "Do you reckon, right..." she started, actually managing to keep her voice down this time. By whispering. It was loud whispering, but it was better than before. "Do you reckon... it's whatsitface? You know..." she twirled her hands around on the spot as she tried to kick her brain into gear, "Don. He did this all the time. He did it in Clockwork Town, remember?"

"Don?" Syed whispered back, feeling somewhat comforted by Amy's light despite himself. "I dunno, I doubt it." As much as he did have a predecent of leaving then showing up shortly after, he doubted the man would leave Selan like that again quite this soon. "Just keep your guard up."

"You're being paranoid again," Moira grumbled. "It's just the lights."

Syed's eyes flicked around the area. Well, maybe he was being paranoid. But he had been a guilder long enough to know that if something can go wrong, it probably would. And as good as Amy's light was, it did little to illuminate the outer edges of the room. He did have his radar-like magic, but there were too many people about. He wouldn't be able to tell what was what. At most it would let him know if anyone went through any doors, but with the number of staff...

No, the priority should be to get the lights back up. It [i]could[/i] just be a blown fuse after all. He turned to a waitress who was nearby, beckoning her towards him. "Do you need any help getting the lighting back up? I'm an electromage, I should be able to help if you need it," he whispered to her, still looking nervously around himself.