Phasma has barely been outside since the hotel had landed in this time or place or whatever it was. She could get a good enough idea of what it had to offer just from reading conversations on the network, and it didn't seem like anything she was particularly intrigued by. It was much more beneficial for her to take advantage of the empty gym and try to get her routine back on track.
But then she'd received an invitation that she had no intention of turning down.
It was a bit complicated because she felt extremely out of her element here, but in their few encounters she'd also felt quite relaxed around Noah. And she did, genuinely, want to spend more time with him. But it was such a strange world outside the hotel and she wasn't sure what to do with it. The one thing she could count on, at the very least, was that Noah would have a better idea than she did and she was always willing to defer to those with knowledge or skills she did not have.
Knowing full well the hotel would supply an appropriate outfit for her when they left, she came downstairs in just her usual clothes. Her hair had grown a bit since getting here and there was a soft curl starting to form at the ends, softening her otherwise somewhat fierce face. The smile helped too.
"How could I turn down the invitation?" she replied. "I admit I'm about as familiar with dancing as I have been with anything else you've shown me, but I have no doubt I'll pick it up quickly." She usually did. And dancing was somewhat adjacent to the movements needed for fighting so it wasn't the worst thing he could have asked her to do. "Shall we?"