Maria sees him gesturing at the crutch he was using and nods in understanding. Sometimes on bad days, she needed assistance with mobility too. His frustration didn't seem to bother her. He must have expected other things to be happening at the colosseum rather than a dance.

"I deal with Neuro-immune Deficiency Syndrome." She explained with a small smile. "There's no cure yet and it's terminal. I was assured that while I'm here it would be in remission and wouldn't escalate, but relapses can still happen. So I just have to be careful with too much physical activity." She looked down at her folded hands, not keen on seeing his face at all that. She wasn't necessarily ashamed, but various people had different reactions to this sort of thing.

"I'm Maria by the way. What's your name? Were you sent here by Aurora too?"