"We'll find something," he said. He pulled her in close and then sent her spinning out again, the way the Lindy Hop went. She was thin and moved easily, and James was reassured knowing that she didn't worry he might hurt her with the metal arm.
Good for an old man? She must have had some idea how old he was, something he didn't know. He paused in his footwork to look at her. "Do you know how old I am?" he asked.
Because if she did know, that was one less blank space in his head. One less thing he didn't know. And there were a lot of those, a lot of factors he still hadn't considered, things he hadn't figured out. A lot of uncertainty in this place, too.