Considering the mix of people in the room, the conversations never delved too deeply into anything serious or political. Remaining on the surface level wasn't such a bad thing because Irene was in a quiet mood and sipping on wine to pass the time, feeling a bit more comfortable after the Commander had excused himself first.
Admittedly, guilt was eating away at her insides. The look he had given her seemed to silently convey that he wished she would go with him. Perhaps the conversation he wanted to have wasn't one he could have in front of the others.
Even more likely, she felt it was all in her head. While his look did mean something perhaps she was simply reading too much into it. All the hopefulness she unwillingly carried around was going to make her sick eventually.
However, his departure also made it okay for others to begin to depart. It made it so Felix, Arthur, and Irene were the last three in the room before they would also leave themselves.
