[Crane matches his steps with hers, her thoughtful expression and her carefully chosen words. Even her volume.]

Enough that I feel out of my element.

[He looks relaxed, not even batting an eye at the admission. His gaze switches to the crowd for a while, everyone dancing like a singular organism, with few signs of data that separate individuals from the whole. He pretends to catch himself and closes his eyes in consideration.]

Sorry. Dancing is hardly my passion. Sometimes I wish they would make these events more lively. I can only imagine how bored you feel.

[Given the general age of the crowd and all. How many people of her age are here?]