Though Mrs. Potter had indeed said she'd attend this evening, Baxter was starting to wonder if something last minute had come up. Admittedly she should have been easy to find in a crowd, given her height which made him self-conscious but he couldn't help but to worry that perhaps she had been unable to attend after all. If that were the case, he would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't disappointed.

It wasn't as if he could hold it against her, nor did he truly know that she was unable to attend and perhaps it was just his anxiety talking, but he was slowly resigning himself to the fact that maybe he had missed her. It was still early in the evening after all, he was worrying about nothing. It was odd how a many who was now expected to run the hospital (which he felt confident about) could not seem to grasp any such confidence in social situations. The gala seemed to be going well and his sister, in all her infinite wisdom had reminded him to smile and make small talk, it made the hospital look good and him by extension.

Turning to find himself something to drink for a quick respite from small talk when a familiar voice sounded to his left. A relieved smile broke out across his features as he turned to Odira with a nod. "I fear if she hears you say that, I will have to endure more of these than I can handle." Catherine had plans and Baxter was not sure he'd be able to get away with saying no. "I'm so glad you could make it." He added, nervous to admit it. "You look lovely." It was also nice to have a familiar face around to which he did not immediately become their boss. He also felt a bit silly now, worried over nothing of course.