She cocks her head, sarcasm prepped like gun-fire. "What, you've never infiltrated a party before? You know, play the part and hope some g-man spills a bit of classified information if you smile at him enough?"

No, probably not. Space isn't a great place for parties like these. Never mind a war-torn one.

"Think so. I don't have enough stamina for things like this. Spending your time with the same five or six people doesn't exactly set you up for success." Mischief tugs her brows upward, then. "But, I'd be an awful courtier if I didn't ask you to dance at least once."