Reagan was immersed in the music as soon as she started. It never took much, and now was no different. With things so crazy around school, people going missing and teachers getting fired, dancing was the one thing she could count on still. She'd learned long ago that she couldn't waste her time being upset and afraid. Part of life was learning how to live even when things got bad. All the stress around campus, all the high string emotions, it was too much. These kids would crack under the pressure sooner or later. For her part of it, Reagan kept herself sane with activity; with life. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.
She was in mid-spin when she felt arms wrap around her waist. Startled, Reagan cast a glance over her shoulder, though her feet didn't miss a step. She was used to various partners from all the years in class and on a stage, so it didn't bother her. The mild wariness that had surfaced when she felt the touch dissipated as soon as Rasui's face came into view. She let her lips quirk up, throwing herself back into it without pausing.
Reagan found moving with Rasui easy. Just like when he came to her and Layla's room, it was effortless to move with him. Spinning, dipping, lifts, all of it. She could tell he wasn't as trained as she and Layla were, but he was agile and knew enough. More than once Reagan found herself wondering if he'd ever consider doing this more frequently. When the music finally stopped, she was panting slightly, wrapped in Rasui's arms as their finishing pose held fast. Reagan was smiling, though didn't speak just yet.