Daisy looks at the man talking to her, now distracted from her drink. She probably should stop ordering more drinking anyways, so Bobbi doesn’t have to deal with her being unbearably drunk and making skylights again. She sips at the drink she still has. “Something science-y? I don’t know. What does he say?” Despite knowing at least three scientists, Daisy still barely understands most science. Maybe she should’ve taken those books from Bobbi.
“It’s quite alright, Alexander. I was cloaking my presence before with high levels of magic. You couldn’t have seen me.” She keeps a straight face, so her joke isn’t entirely obvious. She cocks her head to the side, considering how long he had been standing there. “Is there something troubling you?”