Honestly, Marie-Ange had been debating whether to go to this party or not. She'd initially decided on not, then realized that Jeremy was asking questions again -- her job, her apartment, her whereabouts. She figured people in the DMA knew how to stay on the DL when it was necessary, so she thought it might be good to bring him to the party.
Maybe.
Possibly?
But that was what she did.
Shrugging out of her winter coat, Jeremy took it from her and she gave him a smile, albeit it a slightly forced one. She was just hoping that this night meant that he'd feel like he'd met some of her colleagues and wouldn't need to ask anymore questions about what kind of work she was doing.