A brief memory of meeting Charles a few months ago, materialised in the Haunt's mind, recalling their conversation. Christmas time, at the ice rink; she and Jennifer had been the first Kindred he had approached in the Domain.
As she stifled her Beast, Josephine smiled in the restrained but nonetheless polite, way that she had when greeting someone she was not entirely familiar with. "Mr. Black. It's... been a while." But then there were so many Kindred in the Domain, so many new faces to see and become familiar with, it was little surprise so much time could pass from one meeting to the next.
The response to Ariana was a little more familiar, and she looked very briefly amused: "Thank you, Seneschal Donovan. As it... turns out, I... am capable of shopping... for clothes."
The Haunt scanned the room as more Kindred began to arrive, her cool blue gaze scrutinising them a few seconds at a time. "Which is... fortunate, considering everyone else's... attire." Josephine was certainly no fashion expert, but to her the dress sense of the others seemed nice enough.