As she took the offered glass of champagne, Neveah's eyes scanned over the man ever so briefly. With a brief nod of thanks and the faintest hint of a polite smile, she dismissed the man, the look upon her features as bored and blank as it had been all evening. 

Still, the man had not gone unnoticed. Much unlike her step father, the young woman was quite well acquainted with the waiting staff. Quite intimately so. And the man she had just encountered was not one of their regular waiters. Something rather unusual, given her step-father's deep-rooted paranoia. He always did insist upon the same staff for all of his parties. There was no loyalty behind it on his part – it was merely the fact they had been vetted, and proven trustworthy time and again. Not that the man would recognise the staff on sight – unlike Neveah, he had no interest in the people that catered to him, unless the flesh was young and the legs nice and long. 

From the corner of her eyes, she followed the back of the newcomer's head as he moved through the crowd, her curiosity piqued. 

“my darling wife, Vanessa. And of course, my precious little rascal, Neveah.” Her father's speech prompted, his wife already at his sight. His hand beckoned for Neveah to join him, the crowd parting slightly to make way for her. It took a moment for the girl to catch on, her attention far from the speech. 

After a moment of reluctance, the girl obliged, forcing a smile upon her features for the crowd as her father's hand snaked around her waist, pulling her slightly too close. She grimaced slightly, teeth gritting slightly as she forced that bland smile, wishing for the man beside her to release her already.

He was cut short by the sudden exclamation of a hundred guests, gasping in unison as the power to the mansion cut out. Instantly, the guards on duty started ushering the usual words of crowd control. Her father instantly barked commands for him to be taken to safety, Vanessa clutching to him. Within the chaos of it all, Neveah slipped away, trying to break through the crowd. 

It was in the front yard that she caught sight of the strange waiter again, moving through the crowd with a rather calm stride. Confident, in fact. Without even a second thought, she moved for him, reaching the car as the man prepared to take off. Almost to her surprise, he rolled the window down, greeting her upon sight. Really, his wisest move would've been to drive off. After all, how easy would it be fore her to call the guards on him?

“That was... sloppy.” She spoke, eyes crossing over the man once more.