You're not bad at dancing.

You've got a good sense of rhythm and body control, you were fit (as your job required you to be), and you loved music. You absolutely demolished anyone who went up against you in Just Dance. Your proudest brag, by the way. Or maybe you just knew exactly how the system wanted you to move your controller.

You're not the best of the best, though. You hadn't had any real training or took lessons. It sort of just... came to you. You did what you did with what you had. It was a fun pastime, though.

Raze noticed. And, as the resident dancer of the Protocol, she absolutely had to get in with you on that front. She'd always tell you that she really wanted to give you lessons, have some fun. You always hesitated. Raze was so outgoing and friendly, and effortlessly cool. You were a little nervous of messing up in front of her. You couldn't avoid it forever, though. She was always chasing you up.

Eventually came the time. You were in one of the many training rooms at base, as music blared from her speaker. Raze was currently in the middle of teaching you a rather difficult step, and you were taking it in stride.

"You gotta pop those hips, feel the beat! Like — yeah! You got it! Geez, you're a fast learner, gata!"