"That's what I do on Mondays." Not one else knows, not directly. Why is she telling him? It isn't important. And he can just use the information against her. "Physical therapy. The doctor said I might be able to dance after two years."

Two years of being out of class. All those jobs were gone, given to, perhaps, the same person who'do sabotaged her. Even if she could dance, her connections to that world were gone.

Except... perhaps... He might be worth a try.

Outwardly, she shrugged.

"Those kinda things happen. Ain' the first, won' be the last."