[With a nod, she allows them to do just that. The next dance is more her speed, swirling and darting through the air. The breeze billows against her skirts, the thin fabric of the dress provided by the City not at all inhibiting to her.
Something occurs to her, though, as they dance, and she doesn't bother to stop to ask.]
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Something occurs to her, though, as they dance, and she doesn't bother to stop to ask.]
What's your name?