So long as he was watching her she would continue. Echo didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing, or weird, even if people seemed dumbstruck by her display. She wanted to prove a point, to make sure that despite everything else going on he knew how she felt, and considering she couldn't just run up and shout her feelings from the rooftops of the city this seemed as good an idea as any. It would get the point across, and it was something he couldn't just brush off.
Finishing her dance, she carefully brushed her hair out of her face, aware that he hadn't smiled back at her. Pausing for a moment, confusion evident as she carefully climbed off the table, she gathered her things together and debated the merits in running away. Glancing down at her feet, she stopped herself as she became more aware of how this much look to the casual observer -- pregnant woman dancing on tables -- clearly she was insane or mentally deficient, whichever you preferred.
Maybe she should run, or waddle as fast as she could.
"Come inside?" Echo called back, nodding as she straightened up slightly. Drawing the remains of her pride back around herself like a cloak, she smiled proudly as she waited to cross the street. So it might not work out in the magical way she had assumed, but he had to give her credit for taking the chance, right?