South watches him as he enters the room she's lounging in, sipping her drink and idly adjusting her mask, legs crossed at the knees and pulling the slit of her dress unnecessarily higher on her tattooed thigh. She was going to greet the familiar face, but he's...preoccupied? It takes her a hot second to figure out what he's doing, but it clicks soon enough. As part of her mayoral duty, before she was captured and fancied up for the night, she and a few others already did a sweep of the rooms. And as part of her paranoid duty- she did another sweep after, just in case.

But she doesn't tell him that just yet, amused instead to watch him oh so discreetly peek around and under and in whatever he can. Maybe to someone not watching him intently, he's just awkwardly trying to unwind from the overwhelming spectacle the ballroom holds. With how she's closely observing him, it's almost comical watching him work.

She waits until his searching draws him closer to where she's sitting, bobbing one foot up and down slightly as she speaks up, "Hey boss, you lose an earring?"