Well, this is… different. Daine wrinkles her nose as she looks around the gymnasium. It's enough like a royal function for her to recognize the elements of a dance: music, decorations, refreshments, seating. She's even in a dress, a simple, lavender affair. But it's far louder and more rough around the edges than dances as she knows them, and after a cursory glance around to make sure no one's paying her any particular attention, she starts to edge purposefully for the nearest exit.