Aside from the tip of her head to acknowledge his name, she doesn't say anything until he asks his question. Part of it is having no real need or skill in small talk; part of it is needing movement more than lip service. Another part might be matching to his movements, more concerned with moving complimentary to him versus whatever everyone else is doing. Like sparring, only maintaining distance and following through on someone else's initiative.

"I'm not, no." Easy enough to admit to that truth as she stays light on her feet. "Hearing how exciting the last two of these were, I figured it was worth coming to stay in the loop." Of what, if anything, happened. Presumably there were past dancing events that happened without disaster falling down on everyone's head. It's sad how she hopes this isn't like that, even as she hopes it is. "What about you?"