Out into the party: habit has Reshad assessing the flows of people's movement, the little eddies made by chatting groups. Tensions and connections, none of them drastically different than they were a moment ago. It's an unspoken reassurance, and that in turn helps her quell her own worry.

Not that anything is going to camouflage the ripples she's about to create.

Reshad skirts the wall, keeping herself between Jedao and Remi until the former steps away, headed for the buffet.

Xiulan is near, sleek and elegant, her military clothing advertising danger restrained. "Sorry for the interruption," Reshad says. "But there's been an assessment of a threat. Would you come and keep an eye on it?" She gestures to the little door.

Ione is next, spectacular in her gown, and nearest of the group around the mothlings. "Would you take a moment? Sasha would like your presence to speak with Remi." Just that, but with the context, hopefully it's enough. Again she points out the new door.

Sulen is conveniently near Remi, and so Reshad presents herself and smiles at both of them after Xiulan and Ione are in place.

"Would you come chat with Sasha, please?" A flat hand indicates both XO and scientist, to eliminate confusion.

She leads the way to the room, lets herself in last, and waits.