'I clearly need to show my face more, lest I ever get left at 25 credits and you're not around to rescue me.' she laughed softly, genuinely happy for once at being "rescued". 'Jack's mouth barely opened before people were willing to trade the very shirt off their back for your dance.' Not that she blamed them, honestly. She had considered bidding on him herself, but being that she was the one who had made their friendship a bit awkward, she had wondered how Steve might take her intentions.

Besides, she couldn't hog his attention all the time. Non-specials needed something to look forward to sometimes.

'Did you have a dance in mind?' her tone was a little softer then. Many of her best memories in this place were of stolen minutes trying to show Steve some of the (apparently outdated) dances she knew, though many of them required more than the two of them, she had made adjustments so it would work. There were no recordings from her time and so she had hummed along, lest they be dancing to no music at all.

Tonight was different, there was music, Jack and Izzy had taught her more modern dances and perhaps most obviously: they weren't alone, in jumpsuits not fit for dancing.

'I like the suit, pity they won't let you wear it all the time.' Where was the Computer with her Steve-crush when you needed her?