"Haven't got a clue who you're talking about," Ciri answers, watching one of the guests draw past in a dress that seems to fluctuate between pink and green. Who in any world thought those two girls mixed together?

Her eyes snap back to Vance and she flashes a grin. "But I'll try not to let you forget all the same.

Surviving the night, then?" She's been hiding out in corners most of the night herself to keep her tongue in check. She wasn't the best princess when she was little and though she had the knowledge, the qualities that had made her less than refined had only worsened with age. She could always polish them off again, but that would involve her wanting to do so.

She's rather just hang out along back and try to get to know her fellow Legionnaires.