The paranoia was a little more widespread than Happy knew. Since the encounter with the amphibian assholes, Nick had tried to keep the team's activities pretty low-key, which Daisy didn't mind, but as much as she appreciated the free ticket to the game this was kind of a weird assignment. So the Brotherhood had tried to steal the kid once and completely jacked it up, so they were probably a little worked up over the earthquake thing; they would probably do something a little more spectacular than the kidnapping they already botched if they were going to retaliate. Daisy probably should have told Nick she knew Hogan and the winged spawn. Then again, he probably knew exactly what he was doing.
People were still kind of freaking out around her, with some seriously brotastic high fives, jostling her in her seat and knocking popcorn out of her hand, making her a snarling blip in a pocket full of short lived camaraderie. In another two sloppy beers they would be brawling. Amongst all of these things for Daisy to hate, she almost missed Happy toddling away up the steps. Catching his retreat out of the corner of her eye, Daisy gave a start then deposited her popcorn into the hands of her unsuspecting neighbour, saying nothing to him before she shoved her way out of her seat. Her way of blending in was an oversized Yankees jersey which made an easy target to tug her into distraction, one of the high-fivers imploring, "Hold on, baby," and earning himself a broken toe as Daisy clumsily stomped on his foot. By the time she made it out to the aisle, she had to look around desperately to catch sight of Happy, then sprint up the stairs, calling, "Hogan!" She should have just waved to him in the first place.