He takes another small, polite sip of champagne, sitting back to gaze at the crowd as well. To anyone that glanced in their direction, it would probably appear as though they were engaging in idle chit chat, maybe discussing the weather and not theorizing over the inner workings of the City.

"You think a City is behind a handful of interdimensional abductions?" He didn't sound convinced. This had just moved from a manhunt into some kind of Lovecraftian horror, "How?

So, instead of a mastermind or a group of people, you think it's... a city pulling everyone's strings?"