[She wants another drink. Thank goodness for thigh-holsters created especially for the purpose of holding a flask. But that would also require going near the refreshments, and Mr. D could probably smell alcohol on her.

But she shrugs.] well he hasn't given up yet. Hold on to that one, JP. Though, come to think of it, if you needed to, you could pull a pretty swanky outfit out of your own wardrobe. It may even match. This, [she gestures to her own dress, and heels.] are on loan.