There is glitter in Nancy's hair, gold flecks that dance in amongst the red. She's not sure how exactly it happened, somewhere between glasses of drinks, but she likes the way it catches the light. She's been around with Cooper (and his chaperone) for most of the evening, but had somehow managed to lose them in the crowd.

So, clutching a drink in one hand, she's off to try to find him.

And hey, maybe he was near the food. Couldn't hurt to check, right? At least, that was her logic as she went for a large slice of cake. And just as her hands closed on the plate, she heard the voice of the man next to her.

He looks up. She looks up.

Lance.

Lance, who was undoubtedly involved in the Exile.

Lance who knew exactly who she was.

She drops the cake and turns to run.