Natasha is aware of the sounds of approval they get, but she ignores them in favor of smiling faintly at Kaidan. Though she does appreciate the robes, the way that the silk feels against her skin. Usually parties mean work of some stripe or another, so despite the pleasant smiles and easy manner, she's sharp edges under the silk and scent of roses.

"A waltz is a waltz. I wasn't sure if they still did that sort of thing in your time," she commented mildly. He told her what year he was from, and so she hadn't been entirely certain if the sort of dances she was familiar with had fallen out of common use in his time. She knew firsthand how much dancing had changed from the 1940s to the 21st century, after all. But her hand curls against his shoulder, following to his motions with an easy grace that comes to her naturally.

She certainly seems different from that first time they met.