A hectic party
A large group of people have set up in one of the few intact—well, mostly intact—buildings and are holding a party. Even from a distance you can hear the laughter, the violins and lithophones, the lilt of canny voices.
An Unsmiling Thief catches your attention, in spite of herself, while she liberates a furtive crystal from someone's sleeve. The spark in her eyes intrigues you.
You snatch a canape from a platter and offer it to the Unsmiling Thief with a flourish. She doesn't smile—naturally—but she bows, half-mockingly, half in cheer, before accepting the canapé. She does have the most extraordinary eyes, long-lashed and keen.
The two of you have a cryptic discussion about Old Irian literature or the best ways of disabling security systems, depending on how you interpret the conversation. All in all, most satisfactory.