As the night winds down and the crowds are beginning to thin out, it's apparent they're going to enforce their partnering of Dominants and Submissives. Eames is watching the proverbial hat make its rounds through the room, hands dipping in and pulling out thin slips of paper with names written on them.

Finally, it's his turn, and he doesn't waste time digging into the pile. He plucks the first one his fingers come into contact with, eyes scanning the name before calling it out clearly.

No one answers. At least, not vocally. Scanning the area around him, he sees someone– a young woman, dressed impeccably in blue– looking about with a searching expression. Eames moves his way through the crowd, stepping closer to her to double-check if this is the one.

"Pandora?"