Once you were out of anyone's earshot, Evensley started to speak.
"How is work so far?" she asked.

"Good.. still getting the hang of blending in"

"Obviously. Jim's doing a pretty good job too. Did you see the way he was acting? I'm not as good of an actor as he is. So I try to keep my trap shut. The delegate, as far as I know, hasn't arrived yet, but we do have some unexpected company. They will complicate things a bit."

"Could i lure them out?" she suggested

"No. They'll definitely know somethings up if they see you. Keep your head low, that's all I ask."

"Of course. being out here is a little suspicious so I'll get back to work if you don't mind."

Evensley nodded.

When you walked back in the banquet hall, it seemed that more people had filled it. Moriarty was now sitting at a table with Moran standing behind him. Evensley slid into a chair beside her brother. A Japanese man was talking with Jim.

She continued gathering drinks, serving drinks, throwing in a flirt back sometimes and copying other waiters.

Then there was a gunshot. Moran and Evensley were nowhere to be found, and multiple politicians and others were on the ground, trying to avoid being shot. Jim was absolutely panicking like a professional actor. Only a few were brave enough to stand, one of them was a curly-haired man with icy blue eyes and ivory skin.
Sherlock.
He was standing over John who was trying to treat the dying man who was beyond saving.
Jim was unrecognizable, as he was wearing a disguise (and by disguise I mean faux glasses). Sherlock's eyes met yours and he tapped John on the shoulder and pointed at you.
"Time to run." Sebby whispered in your ear.

She nodded, "Right after you" she decided to slip out within the panic after them, trying not to make it too obvious