Rey shrugged. "It's got a beat; you can dance to it." She was naturally graceful, so her dancing wasn't awkward in that sense, but Mao could tell that whatever dancing lessons she'd had hadn't stuck beyond shuffling across the gym at the high school prom. Her hand in Mao's, she bounced along to the beat, waving her arms and shaking her hips as the music played on.
"Honestly I don't know enough about popular music to make requests," she admitted after a little while.