Rogue didn't notice a damn thing about how the man was influencing her emotional state, instead attributing the drop in nervousness and anxiety to whatever form of alcohol they'd decided to serve at the party. It tasted a bit like champagne, and while she wasn't the sort to get drunk easily, that didn't mean she was effected by it.

"All the Magistrates have some level of power," she divulged, "with the Emperor being the top of the proverbial food chain. But where their power comes from, that's the real question."

She glanced around the room for a moment, trying to see if she could spot anyone she knew, but it seemed to be mostly higher-level citizens at this end of the gala. Turning her gaze back to the mystery man, she held out her gloved right hand in introduction. "Marie LeBeau, but you can call me Rogue."