She might know one person. He's particularly sourfaced, and glancing frequently over his shoulder as he checks on one partygoer in particular.

He notices her, at least. It's enough that his eyes lock with hers, his upper lip curling into a sneer. Her. And here he thought he'd finally be rid of this nuisance. The wedding dress doesn't inspire much confidence, either. Did she return to their home dimension just to wed that spineless little blob that passes for their Fitz?

He adjusts his sleeves compulsively, determined to pass for someone put together despite how limited his options have become. He won't let himself appear weak, least of all in front of her.