[The woman who has found her way there blends in well enough-golden dress, blonde hair, and for a moment she wonders how deeply the Party's messages have fallen into her dreams. She shakes her head a little to clear it and takes a breath, bearing herself with all the dignity she can.]

And who is my very kind host, may I ask? It'd be even ruder to attend a tea party when you don't even know who you should thank for it.