Victoria doesn't have to like the fairies that brought her here to appreciate the fact that she's not...elsewhere. Or nowhere, as the case may be. She's initially cautious about the food—she knows her legends, after all—but finally admits to herself that under the circumstances, the effects of fairy food are the very least of her problems. So she accepts a glass of wine and begins to make her way around the hall.

A solicitous fairy settles on her shoulder, buzzing in her ear.

"Shoo," she says sharply, flicking at it with her fingers. At the last minute she holds back and refrains from actually hitting it, mindful of her manners, and changes her tone. "I'm terribly sorry. I'm quite all right, thank you. No, I don't need anything."