Even in the flurry of activity, it's not hard to spot Wolfgang, especially when he's freaking out with a make up artist fretting nearby. Steph has to wait for a moment as someone zips her into her dress, but eventually she's free to make her way over, neatly side-stepping some of the make up artists and hairdressers that try to herd her into a chair so they can finish getting her ready for the show.

They can make her pretty later. Right now, she shoos away the person hovering over Wolfgang with a mouthed give us a second and then crouches down nearby by, not too close for fear of crowding him and making whatever's going on worse.

"Hey, Wolfang? What's going on?" Her voice is gentle, calm, and from the way he's acting, she's already made a guess at what the answer will be, but she's going to check if he can even respond before asking any more questions. If he can't, well, she'll cross that bridge when she gets to it.