"Didn't you have any faith in me?" Ripley asks, feigning hurt. She takes her opposite's hand and leads her out onto the Green, which has thankfully cleared out some. The less people, the better. Maybe then she won't make such a jackass out of herself.

"I usually find my way." With the swagger of a person who has no real idea what they're doing, but might try to convince you otherwise, Ripley gestures for her other hand. "So, you know anything about dancing?"