As Shimmer smoothly performed her lyrical banditry, her vampiric comrade's grinning request for erupting into a square dance was met with an amused, "You can't do that without boots! That'd be, like, sacrilege against Dolly Parton!"
With a laughing outburst, Searchlight's newest supernatural denizen shook her hair of the last layer of dust and, following a resulting sneeze, looked for all the world like a pregnant woman whose waters had broken. There was that familiar all-over tingle, eyes widened into saucers and and all dancing movement abruptly ceased.
"OK," she announced, pointing fingers at the ceiling like she was about to direct a plane in for landing. "Close one! Whew! Yeah, that's... That was from Her Holy Boobness, herself. No line-dancing, bro! It's against the code."