Gray looks very much like someone has poked the back of her neck with an ice cube as she watches Emet-Selch poach an entire tray of hors d'oeuvres. It strikes her all of a sudden that he is a shameless rascal.

She isn't really sure what she should do -- if she should apologize to the staff or if she should politely make herself complicit in his crime. In the end, she indecisively does both. She dips sympathetically toward the staff before delicately plucking up an hors d'oeuvre for herself. Emet-Selch did tell her to act according to her station, but she can't help feeling for the little people.

"Mr. Emet-Selch," she begins slowly, "I can really tell that you lived... a high-class life before." That's about as diplomatic as she can be.