In complete honesty, having the whip at her side and the sword strapped to her back Wonder Woman-style really did wonders for her mood and her confidence. Neve was usually conservative in her clothing by choice, and as she’d been forced to acknowledge recently, she’d yet to find that sweet spot of confidence that would allow her to wear more revealing items without feeling like a toddler trying out mummy’s shoes. But being armed, even under the auspices of a costume? That seemed to do the trick. She’d have to remember that for later, she thought, as she slipped in and out of the crowds. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew she ought to be keeping her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. No mean feat given that this whole festive gathering was out of the ordinary by her standards. Maybe it was time to start chatting people up, see if she could get a lead. “You ever been to one of these parties before?” she asked blithely, directing the question to the person next to her at the buffet, keeping her hands busy by slowly loading a plate up with hors d’oeuvres.