She looped her arm through his casually, smiling up at him like she hadn't a care in the world.

"Come on," Ino said, her voice bright and airy. "I can't wait to see the inside! I've heard their chandeliers weigh more than five men together--and that's the smallest of them!"

Her other voice, in his mind, was cool and crisp.

Tseng's running an assassination tonight. It's meant to be public and done to frame another man in attendance.

So. Like. She was going to get yelled at by everyone tonight. But it'd work like a charm for their purposes.