@florencevane
It’s too early in the night for them to be feeling cornered, and yet here they are.
There’s a Green voter who’s clearly had three too many drinks to their left trying to pick a fight over nothing more than the fact that Amycus’ company makes money from mining fossil fuels and a Nationalist to their right who’s loudly stating that they’re not racist but British energy companies should be owned by British companies and run by British people for British people. They’ve only had one drink so far tonight and it’s nowhere near enough to be dealing with this shit but they can’t see an escape route -- that is, until they spot a familiar face making her way through the crowd towards them.
“Detective Inspector!” Whether she was walking this way purposefully or it had just been by chance, Florence is now their best bet at getting out of this situation without starting a fight. The two gentlemen seem to have clocked what that title means but Amycus doesn’t stick around long enough to see if her presence would be enough to get them to back off peacefully, taking her arm with a glance pleading for her to get them out of there. “So lovely to see you here. Can I get you a drink?”