That gets a laugh, almost voiceless and a little sympathetic, and about as light as the hug she'd briefly subjected him to before withdrawing again, both hands coming to hold her champagne. "So far so good," she says, raising glass to sip from, only very lightly pecking at the things available, including the people. "You'll be more optimistic when it's over, maybe."

A darting, bright eyed glance around at all these people. Who are even all these people! Benji is one of them and thus shares none of Wolfgang's horror, but it's certainly surprising.