Although Poenia has a wretched reputation for her passion for her work, and she is related to the fiery Isidor, she doesn’t rush off to see what havoc she can cause right away. For a good half hour she watches everyone flit past, thinking. When she does finally go to move, her brother sighs before excusing himself from his (currently pleasant) conversation to follow her. He looks like a prince in his sleek blue-grey suit, his chiseled jawline and his easy, confident stride. She looks like a curious, pretty girl in her dress that bounces with each half-hopping step as she scans for interesting people.

They approach the first Nexus guest she sees and though her eyes are bright and just a hint manic, she keeps her smile reserved. Her nails tap once against the wine glass clutched in her hands before she says, “Hello.”