Kaneko's dark cloak and cowl simmered and melted into chrome, her height increasing and reforming into a young gymnast. She leaned against a nearby wall, laying on the backs of her shoulders and flexing her legs and back. It wasn't a usual exercise, but she was feeling smaller and denser than usual for whatever reason.
The best way to sneak around is to match the natural backdrop utterly, to be as just another patch of grassy dirt, studio furniture set, or nighttime shadow on the wall. The difference being that the onset she was to sneak into tonight was tended to by elemental entities who were already very intimately attuned to all their surroundings.
I could come in with the MTI people... they wouldn't question the guests for worry of offending them...
Gripping the undercarriage of a fancy car, just like that one escapade with that old man in Peru...
