Maybelle wanted to stick her tongue out at Damien. "I realize this. But guys don't usually know anything about the term dance...so I just assumed.." She trailed off knowing Damien would probably figure out the rest of the sentence. Then, he mentioned home. She sighed, home. California. "Yeah, I danced back home. But I haven't danced since I came here. And then this year..the dance class made me want to dance again. But that's two years of not dancing. Two years for my ankles to weaken." She said, showing Damien her now swollen ankle, and the blisters on her feet. "That's my punishment for not practicing." She said, trying not to wince as she rubbed her ankle gently.