"Oh, dancing, too?" He laughs softly, though not derisively. "Well, if you can rework that choreo, definitely let me know," he says. "I'd be interested to see it. I'm a fan of dancing, myself."

Flurry of Dancing Flames ain't just an epithet, y'all. Granted, pop-idol dancing might not quite be his style, but he'll try anything once, honestly.

"If you need some pyrotechnics for your show, I might know a guy," he adds with a grin. He likes this girl, she seems remarkably resilient. He might have expected a girl her age to be horrified and scared by everything that's happened to her, especially with the giant frozen zombie dragon outside the station windows, but if she's already talking about putting on dance recitals, he has to think she'll be okay.