Darcy-Henry
"Trust me, Zari knows. All of this," she indicated the dress by running a hand down the length of it, "was part of an evil scheme of hers to get me here tonight. She's a good friend." Darcy took a second, smiling at his words and making a note to actually pass the on to Zari, before adding, "You don't look so bad yourself."
Fun was... relative. And she knew it. Especially with what was going on, but every so often a brain break was needed. And for all her touting of self-care, she was really bad at taking care of herself.
"That's what you meant when you told Clint you'd be busy until after the opening!" Darcy put the pieces together from the netpost she'd seen the other day. Peering over the side she saw the register. "Honestly, if that's the one thing that goes wrong opening night, I think they can call it a huge success. No falling lights, no drunk people smashing up displays. Just one procedural upgrade? They'd be golden!"
She paused for a moment before looking back at him. "Wait... you- you mean you were going to do the upgrade now?"