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"Jordan?" she said softly. Temperance wasn't entirely sure it was him - the ball had changed his clothing after all, and masks were confusing. But, despite their brief separation, it appeared he was here, too. He'd been speaking briefly to Bennett and she wondered if he held the same goal as her.

"Are you looking for something, too?"

She breathed out silently in relief, unaware she'd been holding her breath. "For Bennett - kimono guy? I've checked some places, although I'm unsure of what he might like. At this point, we might as well scour random corners." She paused, one foot tapping. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

"He kind of looks like a characters from a video game, doesn't he?"

"I tried to get a book and it combusted." She fell silent, thinking. "If this is a quest, like in a video game, the objective would be someplace stupid that doesn't make sense. Hmm... want to, um, start searching pots or something along the walls?"

It sounded flimsy and silly even to her ears, but Bennett hadn't exactly given them a list. She wished this ball came with quest markers.

"Don't break too many pots, Link." With that, she left him to his vases and stared blankly at a wall. Hoisting off a painting and carting it over would probably not be met by joyous rapture by anyone. Even if the painting was pretty creepy. A boy with no eyes and far too many teeth faced the camera as his limbs dissolved into mist. It looked altogether too lifelike, despite the supernatural bent of the painting. Shivering, she turned away and walked briskly along the wall.

She stepped forward when she heard the silken crush of something underneath her foot. Fearing a bug, she slowly lifted her foot, steadying herself with a hand along the wall. Cigarettes. Temperance frowned; Bennett had been smoking, and while she was loathe to perpetuate such a deadly habit, this might work, maybe. If they didn't belong to anyone. Well, there were dark-corner-on-the-floor cigarettes so... maybe no one wanted them.

Scooping them up (expect the one woefully crushed by her foot), she glanced around for Jordan. "I, uh, found some cigarettes. Do you think they'd work?"

"Uh," she said, her eyes sheepish behind her mask. "The floor? B-but we don't have to tell him that, right?" She paused, a grimace covering her face. "I guess that sounds pretty terrible. I just, um, want to find out as much as I can. I don't want anyone to die..." And if floor cigarettes did it, then she'd roll with it. Temperance really didn't have any better ideas; no one she'd spoken to had been perfectly explicit in the things they'd asked for. She shifted from foot to foot, looking at Jordan.

"What do you, uh, think?"

"I like the idea of a trade; it seems, um, safer." She twirled a cigarette in her fingers. "I just would rather nobody died tonight... and I think the best way to prevent it is finding enough information. If.. you want, J-jordan, if I find out other things, I can meet up with you later and share whatever I know?" She wanted to work solo for a bit, pretend she was the main character of a video game, someone who Got Things Done, kicked a**, chewed bubblegum, etc. Basically make full use of a masked ball.

"Should we go deliver our... 'gift'?"

"Considering where we are, I wouldn't doubt things disappear or grow legs and walk off. " She looked down distrustfully at the cigarettes in her hand. Then Temperance shrugged and readjusted her mask.

"As a medical professional, I feel bad passing these off..." Still, she walked briskly back to Bennett. Hopefully, he'd like them anyway.