Chelsea looked up from her ginger ale at Molly. She'd put her jacket back on and had decided the bowler being damaged kind of added to the whole "little tramp" thing she was going for. It took her a moment to realize what Molly was asking. Was she actually being asked to dance? While she was pleased that Molly hadn't automatically assumed that she couldn't dance, she really hadn't gone dancing since her accident. "Um, yeah, I guess so," she said, nervously sipping her ginger ale again. She looked over the room. Ella still hadn't arrived, and she was starting to wonder where she was. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out on the floor, although, um, I should warn you that I'm a little out of practice." She looked up at Lisa. She didn't want Ella to get the wrong idea if she came in and saw her dancing alone with Molly. "You coming?"