Almost before he's even actually joined her, Skip is dancing. Sure, a great deal of it is just swaying to the music, shifting to let the moving, flashing lights show off the shine of her shirt and the curves she has. But there's a grace so well trained it looks natural, a real sense of the beat, enough so that she can move against it, in syncopated step, creating something just a little off-kilter. Something different.

When James gets close enough, she wraps an arm around his neck, claiming him, and shifts nearer.