"I think the, uh, the science kids. They could probably take a crack at it." He looked down at the metal arm, flexing his fingers briefly. "Probably should let them. Just in case it does get damaged. I need to know who to go to if--" If there was permanent damage. If the arm loses full functionality. If the prosthesis becomes a liability.
James held out his right hand to her. "Not quite interpretive, but you're not too far off. I don't know if you're old enough to remember this." He wasn't actually sure how old she was at all, but she was definitely old enough to not make him feel awkward.
"But whether you know this or not, it's called the Lindy Hop and I think I used to do this all the time." At least, he thought he had. "They had to drag me off the floor sometimes."