Marian smiled, and nodded, turning back toward the door, without much more looking at the room that surrounded them. This formal standing with it's softer, subtleties. "I would be unsurprised that they do miss it, but then most people are probably looking for Algernon in him."

Which if she was being honest, she looked for both. But then she grew up knowing the difference in her father face and tone and vocabulary between The Good Sheriff and Her Father. "My Father was surrounded by people very much like that when I was young."