Upon hearing the doorway to the Grand Hall swing open, Louise's head whipped round and she was greeted with absolute resplendence in the form of one James Gordon. She sucked in a deep breath, taking him in as he strode over to her; her already-rosy cheeks may have coloured just that much more upon seeing him in that tremendous get-up.

"'The Great Gatsby,' Jim...," she led off with. "...it's rather definitely a...perfect look for you, I, erm--" She coughed, her mind wandering to places it decidedly shouldn't for the infiltration they were about to do.

"ANYWAY!" she said brightly, continuing on as they walked to his unmarked vehicle, "I just wanted to get a bit of recognizance in the venue, see if I could spot any familiar faces before you arrived. We've got to enter from the back. The alley straight back to the right will take us there."