Geralt got up, looking...well, a bit rough, if he were being honest. He looked far better than anyone who'd just been crushed by a massive chandelier ought to look, though, and Jaskier took some comfort in that. He cast a glance at the others around the room once they were out from underneath that chandelier. Quite a number of the bodies around were still lying still (unconscious, he hoped), but more than a few people were groaning and getting to their feet.

"Here?" Jaskier repeated and spun, eyes combing the dark for the witch. His alarm was telling but she was nowhere to be found. "No--no I don't think she had been here all night."

He certainly would have remembered seeing Vanessa at the party. She was not the sort of woman given to subtlety and the drama with which she liked to enter rooms was on par with Jaskier.

"Honestly, if she had been here, I would have bet she'd be in this room, waiting to watch me get torn to ribbons by the crowd, or flung off the balcony into the surf."