"What's the music?" Balthazar has found her quickly; probably they are the only two people in the place who don't need sleep, but have sought it out regardless. It makes it that much easier to find one another.

Still, they don't appear quite like their waking selves. Balthazar swims into corporeal view slowly, shaped humanlike, in his usual vessel, but there's a mist that hovers bright behind him, in a vague shape not unlike wings. Golden and fawn, blurred around the edges, occasionally the shape of an eye appear, long enough to blink or look around, and then vanish again. "You look nice," he adds mildly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Rather grand."