Beatrice strolls leisurely through the hallway, making sure to hold up the skirt of her (expensive) red gown so as to not step on it, looking fairly amused at all of the commotion and merrymaking among all of these new faces. But she was quickly growing bored---after all, her principle was to never be idle for too long. Nobody seemed all that interesting; in fact, most were very young. Unsurprising in her eyes---it was primarily the youth who got the most out of the holidays.

And then that's when she saw the white hair suddenly stick out in the middle of the crowd. She raises an eyebrow for a moment, dismissing it, only to do a double-take; at which point, her eyes suddenly widen. "Kinzo...?" She mutters to herself, slowly, but surely, making her way over to its source, a perplexed, fairly fearful look plastered on her normally-haughty features.

Blue may be able to detect and hear her frantic emotions and thoughts; the most prominent of which is, not again...!