Rebecca approached the group of power players and newcomers. Vivian and Ale, as always, pressed hard on Rebecca's Catalyst, causing her to desire to flee from their very presence. That is, if she wasn't already keenly aware of their true selves. The man also gave her a powerful pressure, but she resisted and remained strong. The new woman on the other hand felt like prey and there was an immediate desire to cut her down and stop her from becoming any potential threat. But again, Rebecca resisted, as was her nature. Instead her mask of friendliness and politeness concealed any such struggles, allowing her to maintain a perfect illusion for all.
"Your majesty. Madam Seneschal York," she said, offering both of them very respectful bows. "How are you both this evening?" She paused for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the newcomers, her smile friendly. "I heard that I may be needed. Good evening to you both. I am Madam Harpy Rebecca Simmons, Priscus of Clan Ventrue."