A shorter girl walks through the dancing crowd, pressing close against various women she passes, wearing a pleated red skirt, a black bustier with silver trim over a dark red tank top, black boots, and a black steel bracelet patterned with silver rose etchings on each wrist. Her black hair fades to dark red at the tips, and her eyes are a bright silver. She takes her time, dancing with some of the girls around her as she goes, enjoying the closeness, making her way toward an enormous window.

This place is almost precision designed to ensure you lose track of who you are dancing with. With hungry hands they attempt to latch on from behind.

She blushes a bit and lets herself grind against people for a bit here and there. She's not in a hurry to get to the window, she just needs to get there while the party's still fully going, and while the Hornet's still busy. This is an infiltration, not a sprint.

Little by little, she makes her way over.

Teeth drag against her neck, another dancer finds themself in front of you. A kiss to Ruby's neck, hands run up her hips.

Blush.

She shivers and squirms as she grinds between the dancers for a few minutes, then pulls herself free and keeps going, breathing a little heavier.

They lose track of her, opting to make out with one another as Ruby leaves. The window is within reach.

She crosses the remaining distance and looks down at the courtyard below, grinning confidently as she checks to make sure this is her drop point.

It's night, and dark, not that that is enough to impede her senses. Thirty-two people, two in power armor, though realistically only Hornet's matters. The other is a nobody clad in a blunt brick of a suit that is about as basic as it comes. The most notable thing about it is that it allows her to effectively wield a minigun, though it is across a room from her as somebody else tinkers with it. Hornet is another thing entirely, her suit is biological in nature, with insectoid wings granting her fast and agile flight. She is a long ranged combatant, using her Quill Rifle to pick off distant targets with heavy supersonic bone darts. Six shots before her suit needs to generate more ammo. She also has two shoulder mounted weapons, an Acid Launcher and a Bone Shard Rifle. She is currently indoors, along with a bunch of her goons, but the warehouse she's in has a fairly thin sheet metal roof.

That's her alright.

She takes a breath, channeling a thread of ether through her bracelets, a faint red glow tracing through the engravings.

And then she throws a punch into the window faster than the eye can see.

It's like a bullet, passing almost unimpeded through the fragile material. The sound is basically unheard, and only a couple of women near her that were actually paying attention even notice that something happened. Cracks spiderweb through the glass and one person has the wherewithal to pull her companion away from the window they were just leaning on before it gives way entirely.

Oh good. It shattered cleanly.

Her right hand drops to her side, blood dripping softly to the floor — she split her knuckles for sure, and probably fractured some bones in her hand, but that'll knit before she gets down.

Then she turns to the crowd, blushing a bit at having interrupted their party, and grins at them, wind whipping at her clothes. 

They stare, bewildered, some have turned due to the cold winds now making their way inside. They're more confused than frightened. There is somebody trying to push through the crowd brandishing a pistol.

Her grin turns playful, and she throws the crowd a wink and a jaunty salute with her left hand. "It's been fun!"

Then she tips backward out the window.

Clearly the partygoers are not all there, leaning out the window to gawk at the falling girl while putting their hands on the edges of the broken window and cutting their hands for it, but nobody suffers a fatal fall for it. The targets are below.

She pumps her fists as she falls, mentally triggering her suit.

Metal slides out from her bracelets, wrapping gauntlets around her hands, bracers around her arms, and sliding upward to swiftly encase the rest of her body.

A skintight suit of black power armor forms around her, with red and silver accents, glowing silver eyes, and collapsed weapons adhered to her back and hips. An etheric cloak of her signature red power trails behind her, flapping apart into small motes that curl like rose petals as she falls.

She reaches behind her back to grab one hilt in particular, the weapon unfolding in her grip to form a grenade launcher. Ballistic curves flash through her HUD as she aims.

With a soft fwhump fwhump, a pair of tear gas grenades shoot into the air above her.

Then she stows the launcher, collapsing it once more, before twisting through the air to get her feet under her and her back to the building.