Lyra chuckled softly at Sally’s promise not to treat her like the admiral was treating Laura. “It takes quite a lot to make me worry about anything.” She said with a grin. “Now then let’s get to dancing.” She finished as she took the girl’s hand. She let Sally lead in the dance, as she wasn’t all that used to dancing but she was graceful enough to match the pilot’s steps. “Yeah, I know what you mean. A slow dance is nice and all but some faster wouldn’t be that bad although you’d have to worry about me stepping on your toes.” She said with a soft laugh.<br/><br/>As Laura and Amelia spun across the dance floor, the new intelligence officer could swear that she could feel her eyeballs rolling around in her head. She wasn’t aware that at the moment she was merely a distraction. Actually at this point the only thing she was worried about was keeping her balance. If the admiral kept spinning her around like this her head was likely to roll off her body.