Christine rose a brow as she took his words and looked over, "Indeed. The Carringtons are a lot of luggage, though. Have you known any of them?" The way she said 'known' seemed to be heavy in connotation. "But besides, she does seem ... busy." She couldn't tell what to make of the two but wasn't sure about slipping into their conversation to see how easily flattered the woman was by another woman.

Her eyes moved immediately to some fiery red hair that had come into the room and walked over to the others. Didn't even pass her a look, she leaned to the wall and folded her arms as she sipped her drink. "I think it shall be a dry evening.'