[Winter's eyes shift back and forth between the two. It seems as if the bidding is complete, unless someone else somehow scrounges up a small army for more tickets. Which seems unlikely. Her heels come together as she keeps her hands neatly clasped behind her back to maintain her cool composure.]
[She's not glowering furiously at anyone, so it's probably a safe bet to assume she's satisfied with the results.]
[Even if internally, she's completely perplexed. What was that all about for either of them?]
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[She's not glowering furiously at anyone, so it's probably a safe bet to assume she's satisfied with the results.]
[Even if internally, she's completely perplexed. What was that all about for either of them?]