Flying wasn't an entirely new sensation to Dinah, though it wasn't exactly old hat for her either. She'd only been picked up and flown by those of her teammates that could fly a few times. It never did quite lose its sheen. Nor did it ease the moment of panic when she realized that she'd just entrusted her life to someone whom she'd just met. She did her best to hang on tightly and not look down.
He was fast and she'd just opened her mouth to tell him that she could take care of the window when he blasted the glass through with a missile.
"So much for subtle," Dinah muttered under her breath.
All the same, now wasn't the time for arguing or hesitating. She took the opportunity to leap through the window, tucking into a roll as she hit the ground.
Once inside, she looked for any hint of a Santa suit. Apparently the men who had taken the party hostage had all been dressed as Santa impersonators to get past the building's security. After all, who would look twice at someone dressed as Santa on Christmas Eve?