Her eyes snapped back to him after having watched the writhing bodies on the floor, surprised for a moment that he was asking her to dance. A nervous smile pulled at the corners of her lips before nodding.<br/><br/>"I'd love to, yes," she answered shyly, leaning forward so he could hear her over the loud music. "I'm not all that great, but there are definitely worse dancers than I."<br/><br/>Looking back over the crowd, she winced. "I'm afraid I may have two left feet when it comes to Jazz dancing...But if you don't mind taking a chance with me, I'm sure I won't hurt you too badly!" The vision she'd had prior, the feeling that she'd somehow lived back in the days of the Egyptians...How she felt she had lived with the pharaoh...<br/><br/>She hoped it wouldn't happen again. It through her for a loop last time and that's exactly what she didn't need while trying to dance.