[ Usually, the person shouting in ears at a rave is the Creep Guy who needs a lesson in personal space, but today it's apparently the Downer. Skye keeps her body undulating along with the rhythm of the music, but cuts Quill a look over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. A brief once-over, and she at least decides to offer him an answer instead of just herding him out the door all bye, Felicia. ]
What—is this, like, your first rave? [ Dropping her hands to her sides, she straightens her legs out, tipping her head to the side. Then again, some people are thinking they're coming out of the Dark Ages, so maybe she shouldn't judge by appearances. She nods behind him for the nearest exit from the main cave area, squeezing out after him. ] So what's your idea of good music? Barry Manilow?
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What—is this, like, your first rave? [ Dropping her hands to her sides, she straightens her legs out, tipping her head to the side. Then again, some people are thinking they're coming out of the Dark Ages, so maybe she shouldn't judge by appearances. She nods behind him for the nearest exit from the main cave area, squeezing out after him. ] So what's your idea of good music? Barry Manilow?