Mistress Ruby tugged the fine cashmere cowl out of her wool coat and pulled it up over her lips and nose. Standing there outside the cabin where the unfortunate Mister Orange was found was cold work - and worse, no one seemed to know where the concierge was to bring them cocoa. This really isn't turning out to be much of a vacation, she thought, and promised to treat herself to a nice, relaxing cruise somewhere in the Caribbean just as soon as she made it off Lady Black's campgrounds.
Of course, that was all contingent upon whether or not she made it out of there alive at all. She was skeptical, of course - what would motivate a pair of killers to seek out the victims they chose to begin with? Surely, if they were looking to really cause a panic, they would target the guests of some import - that Princess, for instance, or one of those military fellows. And then there was Mistress Ruby herself, whose untimely demise would no doubt be covered in the Society pages from one side of the country to the other.
I wonder what I should wear to my funeral..., she pondered, wandering away from the grisly scene. It would depend on the way she died, obviously - but there were certainly colors she couldn't possibly consider. Cerulean, for one. It washed out her complexion completely - as if corpses didn't have a hard enough time with that. It was becoming increasingly apparent to Mistress Ruby that she needed to do some serious event planning now - just in case. It would be unforgivable to shuffle off the mortal coil without leaving any advance directives on her wardrobe, the flowers, which string quartet to hire...
So many important things to do! She went to hurry back to her cabin to start making notes when she realized that directly before her was the unlocked, slightly ajar door to Mister Orange's cabin. Peering quickly around her - to make sure there were no suspicious-looking individuals watching her, naturally - Mistress Ruby pulled her cowl down and stepped in to Cabin 3 for a little look-see.