Whilst the two groups convened around the podiums, devising simple strategies between them for either eventuality, the young woman, Queenie, skipped over to Till and suddenly placed a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder.
"Can I have a quick word with you?" She asked, in a bright song-song voice.
Till raised his eyebrow questioningly. Did he know her? What would they have to talk about?
He shrugged and stepped aside from the others with her, curious as to what she had to say.
As soon as they were out of earshot, she lowered her voice, grinning at him widely, "I know who you are by the way, Dietrich Atallah right? The Prime Minister's son." She beamed.
"So what?" Till shrugged, "It's not like I was really bothered about hiding that; almost everyone here already knows me, I was just making a point by dropping Atallah from my name." He explained, nonetheless intrigued as to why this woman appeared to be aware of him when he held no recognition of her.
