[b]Serena sighs and rubs it out of her eyes in an annoyed way, some of her blades now sit in front of her, and her free hand is held in a suspicious way. Almost as if holding a nonexistent sword on her lap. She watches all the commotion with amusement, finding the extravagant ways people choose to leave unhappily, when they could just walk out of the door like a normal person, albeit probably after stabbing someone, she thought. Seeing that nobody seems to notice/care she's there, she finishes the last of her pie and starts fidgeting with the blades. She makes several notches in the table much like a student at her desk, childishly. Probably so she could imagine the posh looks of distain the next "Noble" here would give it. Her face doesn't change though, there's still strange and (to her condescending eye) panicking guests around.[/b]