"Yeah, hi, I'm Penelope Lane, I designed Ilde's dress she's got on tonight. You may already be acquainted with my cat."

She offers her hand to shake, transferring her glass of fruity red sparkling drink to her other. Despite him clearly being way more fussy and upperclass than Penelope would ever lower herself to affecting airs of being, she is determined to make at least one slightly positive impression on a stranger tonight. God knows she could use the good recommendations from more well-connected people than herself, and now's a damn good night to make that shit happen.