"Sorry." He murmured, his voice lower. "...I'm used to people paying less attention." For whatever reason. Though his mind was still working through all his thoughts and processing.
He moved them to a corner of the room and took a seat so they could talk better. "We should go talk to Lois." He pausing, thinking again. "... Think she'd be down with your throwing a drink at her?"
Realizing that probably needed more context, Dick continued. "If we can do a public display like that, I have a feeling we can get invited to the invitation-only dinner at their 'grand opening'." The woman who was hosting this more 'public' event, that is. "Then you can distract and I can go snooping."