Seeing audience distracted by the dead body and not likely to come back, Dancer huffed an aggrieved sigh, then jumped off the stage and retrieved her top from the Guildsman. When everyone else was inside, she followed after the crew, closed the door, and took a seat in Damiel's lap, one arm draped loosely over his shoulder.<br/><br/><strong>"Introduce me to your friends, lovely. They look fun."</strong>Whitefeather crawled over along Dancer's arm to nestle in her hair, showing the same comfort with the solar she did with Damiel.