The whole moment is a curious one. Rinoa had already spent so much time thinking and considering. The truth was that her ambivalence had her contemplating even before she had ever arrived in the city. But that she didn't have anyone she felt it... really right to speak with about it, she'd only ever held onto it. That was something else, truly. To be surrounded by people she called friends, only to feel that she couldn't speak with them in earnest.

Maybe she had always been lonely. Maybe that never ended, even when they had reassured her that she was one of them. Because she really wasn't. Seifer was more one of them than she ever would be. Than she ever had been.

Thankfully, he did divert her attention. He took her into his grasp, proper as it was, and she couldn't help wondering when he'd learned. Why he had, actually. Maybe he liked dancing, or maybe he'd wanted to in the past. He brought her back to cats and she grinned. "I could think or far worse things to happen there," Rinoa replied. "But then they'd get into everything. No one would ever get anything done. Or everything would get destroyed. They aren't just cats, after all. It's not like it'd be the same as a bunch of Angelos in the warehouse."