Natasha steps in from a side corridor, having ditched the party herself after some coy laughter and feigned drunken stumbling. There's a stunner on her hip, and there's something professional about how she carries herself. She just barely spares a look for Sonia, making sure she's caught onto what's going on here and that they don't need to stop to explain, because they don't have the time for it. It wont take them long to catch on, and they want to be as close to the outside as possible.

"Next hall's clear," she murmurs, her voice low, blue eyes bright in the low lights as she jerks her head to the side. Follow her. With the party still going on, patrols are even lighter than normal, but once the Cetagandans catch on, it's not going to stay that way. The might be understaffed, but they have more than enough guards to box them in and there's a fair amount of base for them to cover.

Natasha's half-planning to play the distraction if it comes down to it. Byerly can get her to the Barrayaran camp. She knows Wash wouldn't approve, but it's the best shot they have.