"Kuchipudi," she replies, uncertain if Diana is feigning interest to be polite or genuinely interested. It's difficult to tell, always has been, even as she lightly scans the other woman's expression for signs of...well, anything telling. "It's a traditional form of storytelling in my homeland."

She gestures to those who remain after the recital to socialize, decorating the party merely with their presence.

"As with what we just saw, everything has meaning. A hand gesture, a change of expression, all are facets of the story."