Daniel had been winding his way through the small class, carefully observing and offering suggestions where they seemed prudent. He heard his name and steered directly toward Nish and a quiet young woman he recalled from an earlier gathering; she seemed not uncertain, exactly, but a bit uncomfortable with the situation, though she was facing it more bravely than many he had seen. Still, he sidled closer to Nish than to Isobel, letting her have the physical space she might need to deal with whatever baggage the class had brought to the forefront of her mind.
"That's not really a bad thing," he said, grinning broadly at Nish's comment. "I mean I'm glad you missed, and that I'm so damn good on my feet I got out of the way in time, but if you're in this situation for real, go for whatever soft bits you can. Even if it's completely by accident."