[Bel follows them out to the floor. There are a few with the ill manners to stop and stare, but most merely give the longer glance, hidden by an arm or the sweep of spin. Bel isn't paying it a damn bit of attention.]
Ah, now there's a dance I'm familiar with. [They murmur, fondly. How often were missions little more than that?]
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Ah, now there's a dance I'm familiar with. [They murmur, fondly. How often were missions little more than that?]