The broad blonde was somewhere between startled and mystified by what was unfolding in front of her -- well, in front of her and within her grasp, that was. She'd stumbled to a halt in her spinning about the second revolution after Snippy appeared, realizing that in the manic din he was addressing her, but before she could sort out exactly what he meant the strange figure she'd been manhandling went off on another fantastical tangent.

The Captain was creeping up her list of strange people she'd met at dances like these.

To be fair, though, he was being complementary and Derfegertz was in a particularly good mood. "Well now that you've said so the magic's gone!" she exclaimed, and (with care) lowered those kicking feet back onto the dust-and-stone floor.

Taking quick advantage of the moment it might take the Captain to get their balance, Derfegertz shot a sunny smile at Snippy and assured him over the din of the dance, "not to worry, we've just been having fun!" What on earth kind of fellow would be such trouble that their friends assume they need a beating?