Still ensconced in her lab and concentrating completely on her work, Diligence hummed happily to the tune of the loud music on her record player. Suddenly, she paused as she detected a percussion line that she didn't recall ever hearing in this particular piece.
That's funny, she thought to herself. That drum part sounds almost like--
"Footsteps!" she exclaimed out loud. She turned down the volume on her music and heard Fervor and Lady Sloth talking to people whose voices she didn't recognize. Guests? I didn't know we were expecting anyone--
Once again, Diligence's thought broke off mid-sentence as she glanced at the calendar. "The ball!" she shouted. "I was so busy that I forgot that was today!"
Quickly, she shut off the music, pushed her goggles back on top of her head, and glanced at her reflection in the shiny surface of one of the many machines in her lab to make sure she looked at least reasonably presentable. Then she flung open the door and darted down the hall to see if Lady Sloth needed any help entertaining the guests.
When she reached Lady Sloth, Fervor, and the newcomers, Diligence dropped a quick curtsy and breathlessly asked, "I beg your pardon, Your Ladyship. Is there any way I can be assistance to you and your guests?"