He'd made an effort to try and dress more modern for the party. It was still a black dress, but heavily sprinkled with gold beading and trim, and cut so that it was quite elegant, far from the neck-high, confining dresses that she was accustomed to after so long. She didn't really know if the blind date was a great idea, but she knew that, to understand the hotel to its fullest, she needed to know more of its occupants.

It had been nice to discover Olaf as her companion for the evening -- the bartender who had recommended a rather good drink.

"Mr. Johnson," she said with a small smile as she came to stand beside him.