"Yeah, okay!" Cassie answered brightly and hopped out of her seat to move back to the dance floor she'd vacated only minutes before. They managed to get through half a song, Cassie shouting unheard questions at Susan over the din, before the music abruptly stopped and Tony swaggered onto the stage.
Cassie did not join in with the cheers of the assembled party and instead only grew more horrified as Tony's farcical speech continued. She was pretty sure things couldn't get worse, until Tony started trying to strip, and Cassie figured it was likely in her contract somewhere as Tony Stark's personal assistant's personal assistant that she ought to stop her boss from making a complete ass of himself. Not that she hadn't already failed on that one, but surely public exposure crossed some kind of line and broke some kind of law.
Cassie excused herself from Susan and tried to shove her petite form through the crowd when Steve, thankfully, got to the stage first. It was almost painful to watch as Tony was hauled away. The mic lay, abandoned on the stage, and the DJ continued with the music, though the mood of the room seemed pretty uneasy, still. Cassie stood, jostled on the edge of the dance floor, torn between finding- and likely comforting- Pepper or trying to smooth over the situation as best she could with a few words of her own to the party. She chose the latter but found that the crowd was growing more restless and more difficult to navigate. Using her ability to grow and push her way through might, in a room of drunk revelers, cause some kind of panic. Instead she turned back to Sue and asked, as loudly as she could manage, "You can make like force shields or something, can't you? I really need to get up to the stage."