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[barre_none]

There's a new addition to the nexus; a young woman in her early twenties with a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a completely bewildered expression as well as pointe shoes, tights, and an oversized jumper over a black leotard.

She was expecting to leave her class and end up in the main theatre for rehearsal; instead, she's God knows where. After walking a little, she stops and looks around again, trying casually not to panic in a way that only the British are able; usually this involves a couple of deep breaths and muttering to yourself, but is subject to change.

"This is fine. Totally fine. I'm just completely lost in a place I've worked for years. Totally normal."

and then, at normal speaking volume;

"If there's anyone here, I'd really appreciate a hand. Anyone?"

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[westfallcorndog]

"A dancer!" Harrow is at once intrigued and, for some reason, embarrassed by that. He punctuates his exclamation with a self-conscious laugh and begins to rub his hands together anxiously.

"Normally I ain't the kinda guy who goes and watches girls dance, but it'd be rude to say no to a lady who's offered, huh?" He nods then and, smiling, says, "I'd be glad to watch you dance some day."

Then a brief pause before he asks, "What made you wanna do that for a livin', though?"