Marcella
Marcella smirks like a naughty child anticipating mischief, bringing her hand to her mouth and giggling into it.
"Give him a personal rendition of my singing throughout the night?" she giggled mischievously, before shaking her head and waving her right hand in a 'no Im kidding, I wouldn't' gesture.
"Hey, he can't hear you..." her soft voice almosr giggled as she caught Milo's attention.
"Let's just go through the front: he's got two to three staff with him now. We should be able to handle it if he's planning something."
She paused "or Orla and I can go up through the second floor balcony, while you guys go through the front?"