[Events like this land directly in Diana's wheelhouse. Ever since she'd decided to begin working in museums and art galleries in her own world, she'd had to learn how to navigate the societal standards of the upper class. It had taken a while, but nowadays she can schmooze with the best of them and pretend it isn't her preference to be home wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea.
However, with so much work to do, there isn't an overabundance of time for casual conversation. She's here not only to represent the Lilly&Moki gallery, but also to monitor the sale of the artifacts most of the displaced had brought back from their excursion to the gates. Honestly, this auction couldn't have come at a better time; she's practically been pulling her hair out trying to figure out what to do with these items, and this event had turned out to be a miraculously good choice. And now that everything is arranged and the relics will likely move to the homes of private collectors, she's given herself leave to let her hair down, as the saying goes, and try to enjoy herself at least a little.
Not everyone, she knows, is here to sell their relics, though. She's seen more than one familiar face toting around trays and monitoring doorways. When she sees Wash, she offers a warm smile, meeting him halfway as he moves towards her.]
night one
However, with so much work to do, there isn't an overabundance of time for casual conversation. She's here not only to represent the Lilly&Moki gallery, but also to monitor the sale of the artifacts most of the displaced had brought back from their excursion to the gates. Honestly, this auction couldn't have come at a better time; she's practically been pulling her hair out trying to figure out what to do with these items, and this event had turned out to be a miraculously good choice. And now that everything is arranged and the relics will likely move to the homes of private collectors, she's given herself leave to let her hair down, as the saying goes, and try to enjoy herself at least a little.
Not everyone, she knows, is here to sell their relics, though. She's seen more than one familiar face toting around trays and monitoring doorways. When she sees Wash, she offers a warm smile, meeting him halfway as he moves towards her.]
They went all out for this, didn't they?