"Hasn't it," Irene says smoothly, drawing her over to a drinks table manned by a fae-fair woman whose skin is covered all over in blue tattoos. She feels better the moment she gets to be in charge of something, even some minor social interaction; it slows her heart, makes her feel less like she's going to drown in her surroundings.

"Sounds like you'd do well to start with spirits, my dear—" And then she pauses, noticing Caroline's hands, her red mouth dropping open. "Hell. Are you alright?"