Naomi started at the touch to her shoulder, rhythm faltering, and spun around only to come awfully face-to-face with someone she could have sworn wanted her dead earlier. A little bit on a contact high and still tipsy, she went saucer-eyed, lips working silently for a moment.
She looked the kappa up and down, and looked at the rest of the room, clearly unsure of what to do.
The corner of her mouth turned up. She made sure there was a little room on the crowded floor, and then returned a deep curtsy and proffered her hand like, well, a lady.
"Sir," she said, inclining her head. This would be interesting.