Atalanta scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. Aha. Iris. She stood and waved to her, but realized she couldn't be seen and called her name. "Iris! Over here!" She was ticked that Priam had left without explanation, especially since Iris had come, but at least she had Iris.(@silkiecuddles )
Iris entered the dining room, looking around for Atalanta's bright hair and tattoos, oblivious that Atalanta might've just chosen the corner table behind her and that she was looking awfully stupid.