Natasha is different from their first meeting in the gym. It's not just the silk robes the ghem women have dressed her in, black and red that accents her hair and makes her blue eyes even more striking, but there's a grace to how she moves. She smiles, but it's more mystery than mirth, and she moves around the room like this isn't familiar to her. There are none of those hard edges, the woman that was hard and jagged and seemed almost like she wanted to break something just to prove to herself she still could seems almost like she might have been someone else entirely, so thoroughly does Natasha switch guises.

She takes to the dance floor with anyone that seems willing, her movement as light as the silk they dressed her in, fluid like wine, and even the dance steps she doesn't know she picks up easy enough. Eventually she finds herself on the floor with Kaidan, an amused curl of lips as red as the facepaint that highlights artful cheekbones. Slender fingers press to the side of his waist, and she hopes that's still a thing in his time (starting is the hardest part, once you're moving to the music, alien as it might be, it's easy enough).

"Hopefully I'm not too out of date," she murmurs with a hint of wry amusement.