If the Hour of Change truly is nearly through, then there is nothing for it; with everything left that you want to - that you <span class="mu-i">have</span> to - do tonight, there is just not enough time for you to 'move house'. Maybe, just maybe, if you didn't bother planting the False Graven Ball in Aldoin's grave, there might be enough time to get everything in order, packed up ... and through the sewers? You don't know. Honestly, now that you think about it, you really should have scouted your path out through the sewers before hand - you'd have a much better idea of how much time you would have needed, not to mention you wouldn't be trying to find your way while dragging the sum total of your worldly possessions with you. You take a long draught of water to occupy yourself, and try your damned best to just enjoy the refreshing coolness. But for as much as it soothes you, it might as well have been ladled out of a bilge. Well ... what sense is there denying yourself now? A matter of minutes for a snack isn't going to unmake you if you are already unmade - and if you aren't, then surely you could make them up elsewhere. You find no fortification in that thought either though ...
Belatedly recalling that you are amongst the well-heeled, it occurs to you that you should thank your server ... and perhaps ask him the time. The man had already managed a good distance, but is still certainly within earshot.
"Thank you. Very much."
The manservant - the one that Nasturtium named Myriam - seems even more surprised at being acknowledged than the Chirurgeon and the Adjunct-Solicitor did at your belated rejoinder. The man sketches a polite bow.
"It - it is my pleasure to serve you."
"Right ... hmm. If it, oh, wasn't much of an imposition, could you find for me the time?"
"The - ah! The time, yes - I'll go consult the company 'glass."
With that, he is off. Belatedly, you notice the attention of the men to your left, and you turn to face them - after on an impulse feigning signs of some discomfort that might be attributed to your fairer nature. Perhaps that will explain why your attention has been all over the place tonight. When they appear a little - off-balance about your about-face in their direction, as well as your soft grimacing - you plaster a smile over your face, pretending to hide the discomfort that you are pretending to feel, and then look to preempt any potentially dangerous conversations with them by keeping them paddocked inside an absolutely harmless one.
