It hadn't been hard to pick him out in the crowd of laid-back jazz listeners - it was never difficult to pick Jordan out of a crowd in the first place, not for Danielle. Not only did she know his posture, his style, and his shape well enough to seek the specifics out, but the fact that he was the only one with a steel rod up his ass in the whole joint. All because some pretentious twenty-something with one too many martini's under her belt couldn't read body language.
What was difficult was picking out the exact reason why Dani had scrambled together the neighbor girl to watch Opal while she made the trip. At least Grey was at boy scouts, and was spending the night at his friend's before school in the morning. Might've been old instinct. Might've been nostalgia, the behavior fell in line with how she'd play cover for him when they were young - when the stakes were higher than some schmoozer making him jittery.
Maybe it was deeper than that. Dani tried not to think about it on her way to the club, and didn't need to think about it when old habits clicked right into place. She had approached the bubbly girl with the gun-metal chill of a toughness she'd buried back in Chicago. Sprung from a hard life of possessing what was yours and protecting the likes of those close to you (from the law, from other predators, whatever), if Dani's sharp words about respecting other womens' boundaries didn't shoo the girl off, it was the subliminal reservoir of untapped dangerousness lingering right behind her eyes. Most of it was an act, but the hardness was genuine, and the girl had picked up on it.
Only when Dani turned around to speak to Jordan - or Kurt, as she'd been forced to address him in the interaction - she only caught the glimpse of him jetting up a set of stairs in the back of the club. She followed, and found him at the end of a short hallway ending in a door he was working to unlock. Dani paused where she was, hands in the pockets of her coat, her brows furrowed. He was...running?
"...what are you doing?" she asked at him, shrugging in her coat.