As ever, it warms her heart to hear something so like her own language from him, especially tonight when there's a constant fight against that awful knot in her stomach. Drinking helps, dancing helps, being with new friends helps. Hopefully it should be enough and she can get on with things, moving forward without fear.

She takes his head, the left because he probably won't be as squeamish about that one as other folk, managing a quick look around.

"Forgive me if I trip or step on a toe, I've spent more time learning Wicked Grace and Diamondback instead of dancing here."