[And she laughs at horror movies. It has to mean something.]

[For a moment, Rarity falters. She shouldn't be doing this - she shouldn't even think of doing this - she's going to get in trouble - this is a terrible idea-]

[She shakes herself out of the anxiety and steels herself. No. She needs to know. She looks around, shooting a furtive glance at her bodyguard - behind her - and Pride security - not terribly concerned - and speaks quietly before she loses her nerve.]

There's a cafe on the third floor in the north wing. [She'd passed by it while shopping - it didn't look like a terribly highly trafficked place.] Lose your security and meet me there in twenty minutes, alright?

[Rarity offers Pinkie a smile before turning and doing her best to disappear into the dispersing crowd.]