A nod.
Then a snort, and a smothered laugh into her beer. "Yeah, nah. You don't wanna give away something like that. If Bart wants her to have that info, he'll tell her." If he knew to tell.
"Ha, yeah you're probably right, just hope it won't be Security picking us off one by one, because we suck that bad." a beat, "Sure, food's always a good idea. I'd probably just grab a platter from the store or like a cake or something. I don't really uh, cook." which sucked, because she loved to eat. "Star-boy'll probably kill us all in a blink. He's like. Scary." she'd seen his casts. In that house and in Astral and fuck. Just fuck. Paintball might be different but she wouldn't have expected the Guardian to be that badass. She's quiet for a moment, "This would be easier if I remembered everybody's - " she motions to the bar, around her, or maybe outside "Names."
"Yeah, the room's are big." too big and too small all at once, "Did pizza, and tried to get Bart to have some box wine, but he went and pulled out some fancy ass bottles."
That was fun.