[ Chloe's managed to avoid drinking the champagne thus far - which for anyone who knows her, is honestly a gigantic feat that should be written about in the papers. The last party hadn't gone well when she'd helped herself to whatever it was they were offering and she wasn't really looking to repeat it. No matter how good the bubbles looked. Every once in a while, she'd be stuck staring at them, tempted to take a sip, and trying to tell herself she really should just put the glass down.

She was in one of those loops when she hears the unfamiliar voice directed at her, startled out of her thoughts as she looked up to Hank and tilted her head. Food... Shit, there probably had to be tons of it, but she hadn't hunted it down. ]

Probably somewhere. They're usually pretty good about buffet tables, but I honestly wouldn't trust anything they serve here. Last time, the room flipped and it turned into a bunch of moldy, rotten piles of crap.