"...we've both got it?" She ventures the question carefully, not entirely certainly, but then punctuates it with a giggle. It seemed that they were figuring out a way to get across the floor and through this song without causing each other permanent harm, and sometimes that's an accomplishment worth smiling about. It was nothing like dancing with Gary but...

...nope, not the time for thoughts like that. Smiles! Keep smiling!

"It's been a while for me, too!" And she smiles as though it's all okay, that nothing's wrong, that if they're both a little bad at this, she doesn't mind. She doesn't mind anything. She's gotten so good at pretending it. "It's still fun. To, to dance, I mean! Just... dancing." This is taking a rapid detour away from 'having a good time' to 'sounding like a vacant idiot', though, so steps deftly and tries to take the conversation back somewhere pleasant. "...you'll have to take Jet for a nice dance after this!" Yes, yes, go and be a happy couple. That much is real, in all of this artifice.