"Cleo! Nice to meet you." He gave a nod when she identified herself. Ever the consummate professional, he locked away her name and face. He was good with faces and names.
"It's like having two new arms and legs. I don't know what I should even do with them. I tried keeping them folded back, but they're big enough that they still drag on the floor and get underfoot. But flexing them some creates drag and makes moving counter-intuitive." He wasn't expecting her to have the answer; honestly, it felt good just being able to speak his frustrations to someone. "I'm not giving up dancing though, so I'm going to have to just figure something out." It just hadn't come to him yet.
And then, duh, he realized she'd come in here for something other than the scintillating conversation. "Sorry, did you want room?"