To be entirely fair, this is the third of these parties that Ren has been to, and he still doesn't feel like he belongs at any of them. Even now, when he's dressed up in more period-appropriate attire, pants tucked into knee-high boots and a shirt laced up the front to the neckline (though it isn't tied at the top and seems to be slipping), he doesn't feel like he's really supposed to be here. But he also kind of feels like he has to, for everyone coming in- if he can stop someone from being stuck here, offer some modicum of comfort for those who already are, he thinks he should. Even if it feels futile sometimes.

What he doesn't expect is the sudden rush of air as a familiar face goes speeding past him, and he twists on his heel quickly to follow.

"Makoto!" He's hoping his voice will snap her from it, but at the same time, it might not- so he tries something else, too. "Queen! Wait!"