Most of those names of instruments went right over Nima's head, but - "I'll dance for you any day. And plenty of nights, too."

She sits up again. Recent activities have left her reasonably satisfied, but she's growing restless at the call of a new place to explore. "I want to know where I am, since I don't know anything about it now. Did I tell you my people are nomads?"

Did she mention that in her future, all her people are killed? She hasn't - she's still reeling a little inside, thinking of the great spiritual tragedy that is the premature death of an entire race, and thinking that by utter chance having nothing to do with her people specifically, that tragedy has been averted. Yes - for the moment, Nima's been satisfied for sex, but she still needs something to do.

"Exploration's in our blood. I'm ready to go do it."