Where there's a reception, especially with free food, the Centauri Ambassador will always find his way there. He walked the length of the table, observing the foods that were offered and the various people milling about the Great Hall. Londo paused at the head of the table, giving a warm smile to the young woman who seemed to be hosting the reception.

"Quite a remarkable reception, my dear lady." He gave a courtly little bow, "Londo Mollari of the Centauri Republic, at your service. You are the one responsible for such a feast?"