She was unaccustomed to being spun, and the maneuver took her by surprise in the kind of way that she almost kicked at Thomas to regain control. She managed to keep up in the turn, but even as it began she knew the turn's purpose. Maybe she should have worn a dress. Visible at her waistline pressing just slightly through the back of her shirt were the handles of two knives, small things. Her frown deepened, she never used the waist holsters but carried them because they made decent spares. Of course the least essential thing she carried would be what gave her away. Well, the secrets were more than likely going to be off that night anyway. By the time she came back around she was wearing a grin to match the seemingly perpetual smirk on her partner's face. "I gave up my right to a place in any court. Being a bodyguard for one of them is a dark enough joke for my life." Her smile was slowly fading back to that disinterested, tired look she was stuck with. "I hoped there wouldn't be any misunderstandings tonight."