She takes off after him immediately, and they are just one more pair in the crowd, weaving through the many, many people that move about in the festivities. The night gets deeper around them, and the firecrackers continue. Setting off from rooftops to a thick and heavy haze of smoke and taste of ash. Easy to be obscured in.

Letting get him ahead of her in the thrall before she lengthens her stride to catch up with him. Less a playful weave as more direct. Sparing a glance behind her to check the rest of their team were coming up behind them. At a reasonable distance past the guards, she comes against his side. Catching him by linking her arm through his. Laughing breathlessly with the effort of running. "Well done."