Lincoln could only stare now. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her without some clothes on considering they shared a room, but he never really saw her body like this. When she patted his cheek, he stopped gaping and shrugged, following after her now. "So this is your idea of fun, huh? I haven't had a nightlife in months." He shouted over the loud bass of the music. "Guess you do know how to have some fun after all."
Oh she’s aware of his stare, and the stare of many others that lingers over her, though she makes no outward acknowledgement of it. With a smile on her face she moves to the front of the line like she belongs there, staying something to someone in Russian before taking Lincoln’s hand and pulling him with her past the line. It might be a rave but there were still people monitoring who entered.
Once inside Masha lets go of his hand to turn back toward him, leaning close. “You have no idea.” And with that she moves away slightly, letting the music wash over her. It had been a long time side she had been in an environment like this without it being related to a mission.