The whole place reeked of two things. Magic and death.

Not that he wasn't used to those two things combined but without knowing where he technically was - he remembered being in the cab but not the actual drive there - and who had sent the invite he isn't sure either of those things were good. No, he knew they weren't.

Someone actually acknowledges him though, speaking to him, and Zayne turns towards the woman. For a moment he's silent, giving her a long look as if she didn't quite fit in. Which was true. Her magic was there, brilliant and yet so different than all of it that surrounded them.

He smiles then, shaking his head.

"I was told it was a gathering of the rich and infamous and a good place to make connections. Not saying it isn't true but I prefer my schmoozing to be somewhere that doesn't feel like I'm waiting for Mr Boddy to turn up dead in the parlor with the lead pipe."

He pauses, taking a drink of his champagne while giving her another look. "Though if you mean literally how I got here, I'm still not entirely sure. You?"