The Trill had been here for a while, having plucked up the courage to attend when it was somewhat quieter. It was in typical fashion that she hadn't actually spoken to anyone, though -- well, not anyone from way back when. Instead she had found her way to the bar and had ended up chatting with a young Bolian instead, the woman not exactly supposed to be here considering she wasn't part of the reunion, but having showed up for the good drinks. The two of them were idly chatting with their backs to the bar, cocktail in hand... And it was sat there watching the others in the bar that she ended up catching sight of the person who just walked in. Immediately she froze, shoulders tense and eyes wide, and all but accidentally slapped the Bolian in the leg as she tried to suddenly get her attention. "Oh, no. Oh, noooo," she spoke, lowering her voice to a hushed whisper despite them being well across the club from one another. "I thought she would have left by now..."