By this point in the evening--a few fights in, and a couple drinks, too--Thalia was... tipsy. (An understatement, perhaps, but she wouldn't admit that.) She'd tottered out to find a place to, y'know, get rid of the excess? And now she was on her way back into the ring, and she nearly tripped over a black cat that was winding its way through the dark stone stands.

"Ooooh!" she breathed, staggering back a step harshly, hoof clicking--she didn't want to step on them! And then she stood there, squinting with focus as she listened to the questions they were asking others. Wait--she knew this one! The--the gemstone mask, thing--that was hard to miss, harder even to forget. She'd met them--what, in Eridanus? AGES ago, she thought.

Thalia--happily buzzed, her mind set alight by the fireworks and music--called down to Assistant cheerfully.

"Oh, hey! -Heyyy! I can--"--not loud enough; the crowd, now, was drowning her out; so Thalia raised her voice into a shout. "I CAN-" (and here, the cheer petered, so that she was shouting into sudden near-quiet) "-HELP WITH THE RESEARCH! REMEMBER ME? HEYYYY!"

The faun winced, belatedly, and glanced around as she realized she'd shouted into the end of a cheer, shouted unnecessarily, then grinned sheepishly and shrugged. She looked down at Assistant, and hefted the strong-smelling glass she held in one hand. "So, uhh... What kinda questions?" she asked.