[ smokey almost looks dazed at all of this, an expression at odds with her typically standoffish demeanor. after a moment, having stepped off the stage, she seems to come to her senses; she peers upward from her hands to lock eyes with the nearest fellow pulled. while she has to keep a slight quiver from affecting her voice, her gaze has turned sharp again. one of her rounded ears twitch, her tufted tail twitching at the tip. ]

[ she extends her own hand, clawed but bare. ]

Hey. Give me your hand. No gloves.

[ paw, tentacle, whatever. ]

[ smokey can be seen peering down at her given card. she may not be particularly social, but she had been interesting enough, she guesses. once she’s parted ways from that vampire, she’s speaking up again with a tone of distaste (she may or may not hope that she’s overheard by everyone else, too -) ]

A dumb dog? Ew.

[ she stops in front of someone that’s also been given a card. ]

Trade with me.

[ she doesn’t have a drink, nor has she touched much of the food on her plate, but she is looking at the pulled that’s unfortunately found themselves seated near to her with intent. ]

[ she’s daintily folded her hands beneath her chin. ]

I’m thinking of helping... This could be entertaining. [ she flicks a silver twintail over her shoulder, her smile fangy with a lioness’ canines. ] What do you think?