It's a bit later in the evening, and it's safe to say that the youngest member of this party is drunk. Drunk, anxious about elections, and it's the combination of those two things that helps Nancy realize something.

Dubhan is here.

Except she knows better now. She knows that isn't his name- she's seen the posters.

Dress floating around her calves, Nancy waits until she decides it's a good moment to approach him. "You." She points, and takes a drink. "Who the hell are you?" He lied about his name. And he was on running for the council. Lance had been one thing- but this Dubhan? This Faolan?

He was going to have to explain some things.