Outfit
She'd known what had happened before even entering the building the thoughts of others swarming her mind the moment that she'd pulled into the parking lot. A very normal occurrence, and one that she'd typically block out when faced with large events such as this, only something wasn't quite right here. Usually, Sigfrid wouldn't be able to decipher much of anything when faced with so many different voices, and no set target, like standing in a crowded room as everyone spoke. There would be a few words, maybe a phrase that she'd catch, but nothing she could hold onto.
Tonight, however, there was a single thought that screamed quite loudly in many of the guest's minds, occupying the room and allowing Sigfrid to hear all that she needed to know. This was no charity event, and she, like the many guests within, had been made a fool of.
If Sigfrid had not had over a thousand years of experience under her belt, she might of bloodlusted right then and there, the power of the new moon quickly escalating her anger for the situation. Instead, she would settle with gritted teeth and a crushing of her wheel beneath fisted hands, plastic whining noisily as she made to leave only to catch sight of a familiar face. It seemed that she had not been the only one fooled tonight.
Exiting her car, Sigfrid would make her way towards the other, calling out as she neared.
"I wouldn't bother going in there." Irritation clear in both her face and voice as her hands came to cross along her chest.