Ibani leans into his arm around her shoulder a little, enjoying the contact.

"I suppose," Ibani allows. "So many things are new to me, despite how old I am." Her smile is wry. "All the more reason for new experiences, I suppose."

"The next recommendation was farther down in this sector." Nar Shaddaa, like Coruscant, is a place where directions are by necessity as much vertical as horizontal.

It's going to take a while to get there, though. The graffiti really brightens up the permacrete, in Ibani's opinion! "I feel this terrible urge to correct their spelling and I don't know why." she muses aloud.

They round another corner and stumble upon what appears to be a block party of some kind. There is definitely dancing going on, a dance something like a Reel. "I have absolutely no idea how to dance that, but I'm tempted to try anyway. Are you game?"

At least the precognition that helps in battle should keep her from stepping on any toes.