The young woman put her face into her hands, and crumbled in on herself. Crossing her legs in such a way that as she sank to the floor it appeared as if she fell. "The utter horror. And he looks better than me whilst stealing my moves!" she smirked and peeked through her fingers at him. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders, framing her face. "Your a man of many talents. Nudist, Candy-man, and a Dancer?" she rolled back, flipping over her shoulder and back up onto her feet. This could be a little interesting. The woman sashayed toward Mithos and got right up under his nose.<br/><br/>"What else should I know about you, Mithos? Mystery man of the clinically sterile dimension that we seem so keen to live in. You may just be the most interesting person I've met. Not that I meet many." The girl laughed lightly, and walked toward the center of the room whilst a clearly Spanish beat picked up pace from a slow base-line. "Do you actually dance? Or do you just stalk pretty women and steal their moves?" She was getting her snarky sarcasm back, now that she'd had time to wake up.<br/><br/>Her hips swayed as her feet moved with the music, a complex type of salsa. Though she didn't have a partner, and probably never would in this place. No one seemed to appreciate dance, or music, like she did. Her blue eyes watching herself closely in the mirror correcting her own errors until it looked almost perfectly fluid. The girl was a good dancer, despite the lack of formal training she had. The formalities had ended in her dance life when she was first brought here, and made to be normal. Which was so boring.<br/><br/>Dance reminded her of water, it was probably the only reason she loved it so much. It gave her a little piece of herself back.