Not the type of place Lara would usually find herself in, by now she's all so used to running around some desert or jungle in sweat and mud, not modelwalk down a red carpet at a Gala, under a wave of camera flashes.

Unusual. For everyone involved.

'Croft!'

'Ms Croft!'

'A quote, please, Ms Croft?'

'Where have you been, Lara?'

'Are the rumors about you true?'

'How did you get those scars?'

That and much-much more will follow Lara around the whole evening, journalists are like vultures, especially for young, pretty and rich women who have a habit of disappearing from public eye only to reappear somewhere in the middle of nowhere like in 'Peru' doing treasure hunting. God, balancing on a rope seemed easier than wearing stilettos again! No matter, if Lara Croft can survive weeks in a jungle, she can survive a tight black dress and heels.

Damn.

This is a feast for paparazzi - not only the infamous Lara Croft finally reappears, but she is traced with scars! Hips, shoulders, even a small healed cut on the bridge of her nose, oh, the gossip is going to run wild.

Out on the infamous billionaire's end, though, damn the flashes are bright. One would think after surviving through so many firefights and having been blinded by a million flashbang over the years of tomb raider escapades Lara wouldn't pay much mind to the cameras, but no, still too bright.

There is a hundred different reporters all begging for an interview with the CEO of Croft Holdings. Should Lara indulge them? Should she enjoy the party for a bit? Try to find a familiar face? Not much chance for that, probably, 'Lady Abbingdon doesn't exactly keep tabs on the corporate world'. Or should she focus on the main goal, why she is here to begin with - information. Information for another tomb raider escapade, of course, search for another lost treasure.

'Maybe I should mingle for a bit...' - Lara thinks to herself, glancing over the gala. - 'Or not...'