[ Hope you don't overfill that glass, Sinclair. Oria really tried hard to ignore the drinking guy in the corner, and supposes security will whisk him away or something if he gets too rowdy.

Meanwhile, Oria brushes some hair away from the girl's face because it looked like it was going to prick her eye. The girl doesn't see it that way though, and looks extremely flustered about the gesture. ]

Can you walk?

[ She tries to get up on her own, but she topples over due to her sprained ankle, whimpering. She must be embarrassed being like this in front of Oria and any other onlooker.

It doesn't faze him though, and he holds her hand to help her stand. Then he lifts to carry her in his arms, walking over to one of the staff members. Congrats, Sinclair. It happens to be you. The girl looks like she wants to disappear while covering her face with her hands. ]

Hey, is there somewhere she can rest at? Preferably away from the party, since she sprained her ankle. I don't think she'd appreciate being stared at more than she has to be.

[ A second congratulations, because Sinclair's disguise is so good that apparently Oria doesn't seem to realize it's him. Or maybe he's faking it. ]

Her parents are real busy chatting up the others and I don't want to look for her brother. So, can you help me out?