You have to be able to fly to get into Truce. There have been complaints about this over the years, but the response from management is always the same: piggyback.
Once inside, the dampers come on and you change out of your costume at the coat check: heroes at one door, “persons of enlightened self-interest” at the other. And you can get a decent drink, and there’s no one clamoring for a picture, calling you Lasergirl. You can be Jenna. Just Jenna.
And if he asks you to dance, well, mistakes you make at Truce maybe won’t get anyone killed.