The Grisha can certainly be... cliquey. Likening themselves more to scientists with a complex understanding of the natural world, the Ravkan ensemble stood with their chins high and their outfits immaculate. The Darkling understood the importance of putting on a show.

It's not Alina's outfit that stands out, her gown blue with golden embroidery and sapphire studded hairpins glittering in her hair, but her attitude. Always a bit of an outsider, Alina had never fallen into the unwritten but still extremely rigid rules of intermingling among the orders, and, in the case of the tournament, outside of the Grisha more than is necessary to either be polite, although polite is debatable when each conversation is tainted with the strong overtones of promoting Grisha superiority.

"Darlington," she smiles at the name he had been introduced with. Having broken off from the larger group, she is free to be less stuffy. Cordial and genuine. "Yes, I've only had to confiscate three flasks so far. Ravkan liquor is... hard on those who aren't used to it. Yourself?"