"It's somewhere to start, at least. Thank you, sir." The man nods and bustles off, and Helena heads for what passes for the gaggle of press at the moment; he was right that most of them aren't there.

But there are still enough to gossip, and Helena overhears some choice tidbits. It seems the darling of the year hasn't made it in yet - hasn't made it in before noon in weeks, in fact, where before that she was an early riser.