A chill swept through Danny, like someone had stepped over his grave. Then took a piss on it. He turned instinctively and his eyes fell on a familiar figure. Busted, he thought. Dead, he also thought. She and Tony were friends, Danny was naive to think she wouldn't be here. But he reminded himself he wasn't with her anymore and had nothing to feel ashamed for. Danny couldn't avoid her now, might as well go all in.
He nodded a signal and with a powerful crash of the tiny instrument, Gong guy did his duties. "Hey Mist," Danny called out nonchalantly as he could, like he'd only just noticed her and had no idea she wanted to kill him (was this it? Was this his end, foretold by the book of the Iron Fist?). "Didn't know I wasn't the only representative of the Heroes for Hire here tonight. Enjoying the party?" He wore his best grin, prepared to meet his maker with a smile.