Aisling had been paying some attention to the production. And more to her husband, whom she'd leaned towards when the light dimmed. It was a saddening thing, how little time they might spend in each other's company when attending all these events together. Something she'd tried to compensate for, just a little, on this night. It was these thoughts that had kept her from getting up during the intermission, from going to stretch her legs.

Then the bodies fell, and she felt nothing. It was all locked away in an instant, sent back to some cold, dark corner of her mind to make way for calm. That old, dead calm, all sharp lines of thought and black walls. When she knew she had not come back unchanged, and could not let herself care.

"Dear, could you take Abigail and Mr. Schlagenweit down to the bar. I'll join you in a moment." There were echoes of panic already, best to move swiftly. Before the rush for the door or the flurry of hasty apparation. She squeezed Tarron's hand. There would be time for worry later.

She then looked over to Edwin. There would be work to be done here, it seemed, but she had family to concern herself with. He knew that. "Perhaps you should retrieve a team to manage matters. They do listen to your yelling far better than to mine." Voice, tone, so careful, to leave the hints and implications there to those who'd known her so long. They hardly needed every important Ministry official at a location that was producing corpses. And she had promised to look out for Abigail.

He was sure this wasn't in the script.

A look across at the other boxes, and Edwin and Aisling could see some of the aurors and MLE who were attending already popping out of sight and reappearing down below. The Theatre staff were hurriedly getting into action. Whoever had done this had almost certainly left the scene already unless they were enjoying watching people panic for a minute.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Edwin turned from the scene to Aisling beside him. "Contain whoever you think is necessary, though Law Enforcement will probably wreck whatever they can in the process. Just ensure nobody makes a scene before Muggles in the surrounding area in their panic - we don't want police trying to turn up to find a scene only to witness our society making a scene over a magical murder."

With that irritated comment, he turned on the spot, and vanished to collaborate enough staff from the office in London and summon more to the scene who were at rest.