There were hardly any clunks, reverberations, clicks, bangs, or buckled ducts as Marty made her way through the ventilation system.  Finally, she fell out over the dance floor, landing on her skates, which rolled out from under her and landed her flat on her ass,

The pink beverage tastes of amorousness and confidence. And a little sweet. Mialee smiles and starts dancing. A couple of other ladies nearby glance at Leo and smile, one tiefling giving him a flirty wave.

Two gnomes standing near where Marty arrived stare at her. One glances at the other. "See! Didn't I tell you? There's women literally falling out of the ceiling here!"

Marty manages to get back on her feet just in time to spot Leo dancing.  Panicked that she might be spotted, she ducked behind the bulk of a very large person.

Why am I here?  She thought to herself.  Why did she even care about who Leo liked or dated?  It wasn't like she wanted to date him herself.  It was just, he could do so much better than the slut he was with.  Seriously.

None of this made sense, and what was more she'd lost Lidda.  Sneak attacks were sure to happen.

"Hi."  Marty grins and waves at the ettin.  "is this a private dance, or can I cut in?"

She peeks around her new dance partner to make sure the dark shadow elf is looking at Leo, which of course he was.  Pretty much everyone looked at Leo when he was in sight.  Or at least noticed him.

She also looks around for, in order, the exit, the lady's room, and Lidda.

"Hey," the ettin says. "I'm Bertn'ernie"
"Ernie'nbert," the other head says.
"I know who you are, nitwit," the Drow says, continuing to stare at Leo.
Marty's glance around the room shows three clearly marked exits, a ladies room, and Lidda, not actually hiding, but sitting on a bar stool chatting with the bartender.