He certainly seems to be trying to drag his heels, doesn't he?

Mia isn't certain that she's in the mood for quite this much energy. Watching the others cavort simply makes her feel that much older, more removed. There might have been a time, but it belongs more to them now than her. So a quiet corner of the party suits her far better.

She approaches quietly, one eyebrow arched at the sour look on the templar's face. "At ease. I come in peace," she murmurs, before taking up a section of wall not too far from him, but enough to give him his space if he cares for it.