Fred nuzzled a little closer to him, not that she could get much closer. She sighed into his shoulder and squirmed a bit to get a better look at what he was doing.
"Mm?" The dancing forgotten for a moment. "The cameras?" She didn't sit up exactly, but she did try to get an even better look at it. Her eyes followed, her mind working. She never got completely distracted from whatever was on her mind, just momentarily. The moment was gone as she curled up to him again. It wasn't that the cameras were unimportant. They were very important: 1) he wanted them to work and 2) they could solve a few questions.
"A man told me I could dance while I was trying to get here." She curled up to him as if she really wanted to hide. "He looked at me like they did on Pylea. Thought I'm pretty certain he didn't want to eat me. He wanted me to dance. Ballet." Her hand flatted against his chest before he could say anything or start thinking.
"He was French. He kissed my hand. And he said he thought I could dance. He..." she shook her head, snuggling in tight again if he let her. "I don't know. He said he wasn't a vampire." There was soft hmph. "Which now sounds stupid saying it." She didn't sound happy, just very confused and possibly disturbed. Also frustrated, with herself.