Lead the way she does, floating through the press of bodies until they're outside the bar, the thumping of the bass muffled behind automatic doors. She takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air (or what passes for it on a space station) before turning to Leonard.

"Alright, two important questions," she says. "One, what should I call you? Leonard? Captain? Snart?" She pauses and then looks entirely too innocent. "... Nard?

"Two, would you rather get a cab or have me fly us there?" Since that is a thing she can do and she's not overly fond of cars. And even less fond of other drivers.