Despite the habit of treating Ivan like mobile furniture that she's entitled to at all times, Ilde isn't actually spending her entire evening glued to his hip and can occasionally be found exploring on her own, cocktail in hand. The chandelier appeals to her for several reasons over the course of the evening; it's beautiful, so she has every intention of taking advantage of the fact she's being spoiled with it this evening, and it's also a little less bustling than below. It's never that she doesn't want to be social, just--

Sometimes it's easier than others, and sometimes it's not such a terrible thing to have a bloody great chandelier to retreat to with her drink, a little bit quieter and a little less packed. Alcohol makes the large crowd easier to deal with, but not so much she's not lighting another cigarette upstairs and enjoying, for a moment, crowd-watching from somewhere that's a little less intimate with the rest of it. She slides her foot up the back of her other leg, registering briefly Hasi and a man she doesn't recognize, then letting her attention wander further.