[Maya watches him move, twisting around the bench. Despite the looming cloud over her, she looks at least a little more like herself as she watches? There's a faint, familiar glimmer in her eyes, and while they're narrowed it's clear that it's out of focus rather than anything else.
All in all, it's not too different than what she's done before. She's familiar with tap, after all -- it had been the exact same sort of dance she'd showed Mumble. And even without the music, she can at least envision the rhythm that's supposed to follow.
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All in all, it's not too different than what she's done before. She's familiar with tap, after all -- it had been the exact same sort of dance she'd showed Mumble. And even without the music, she can at least envision the rhythm that's supposed to follow.
After a moment, she stands.]
May I try?