She picked through some of the (rather sparse) memories and took out the bits and pieces she could make it. It did let her realized that she was completely, inappropriately dressed for such a dance, but that hardly mattered at this point.

With a smile and a nod, she looked up to Maridian to signal that yep, she was ready to show what would most likely be the equivalent of a toddler's grace at ballet.

Well, maybe not that bad; things always were easier to gloss over when it seemed like it was intentionally terrible or pathetically horrible. If it was either, at least they could laugh about it later.