Emma wanted to giggle with delight. The danger and excitement were so wonderful on such a hum-drum night. She couldn't dare pass up such an experience and, honestly, she would be more than happy to run right out the front doors without a hint of regret. It was a bit of an up-down kind of thought running through her mind and it really wasn't like she was going to be the one who had to deal with all the rumors and consequences anyway. Well... just to be safe...
The telepath reached out with her mind and began turning eyes away from her. It wasn't hard, seeing as a lot of them had been drinking, but it took a moment to get the most determined to look the other way. "Oh, really," she paused as she looked back at Tony for the last time before she started moving straight toward the hall's front doors, "I don't see anyone looking at me." If she had done everything right, there would be no one to see her leave and especially not with Tony Stark.