Gabrielle definitely stooped to grab one, holding her breath a little as the weight of it surprised her. She shifted it onto her side, making the load lighter, and followed the other woman into her apartment. The box was then placed carefully on the nearest counter--she'd never really been one to trust placing boxes on top of each other--and she turned back to James. "That sounds great," she said, genuinely surprised. "I grew up in a small town, so our schools definitely weren't the type to equip you well enough for actual dance...just the whimsical fancies of little girls yearning for pink ballet slippers for Christmas." She grinned, a little wistfully. "We had to move out here for me to actually pursue dance seriously."
She laughed a little at James' statement. "I don't know about lucky," she joked. "But I'm certainly glad that we were able to meet face to face. Despite the fact that I made a complete ass out of myself." She shot a very embarrassed and apologetic look to the woman. "Sorry about that. I'm totally stupid like that sometimes."