The star leans back once more, watching comfortably - leg sprawled out in front of her (finally out of its cast) and arms crossing lazily behind her head, fingers lacing behind the fabric of the hat.

"I know," she replies solemnly before flicking one set of fingers in a brief, teasing wave when Tristran glances up and returning to lounging amusedly. It's almost fun to confuse him - and it's not as though it takes very much. Usually just not being snippish does the trick.

"Footwork, Tristran," she calls - grinning suddenly as she hears the door creak open. "Perhaps Tobias should teach you how to dance first."