[Goodness, Takane wasn't aware that audience participation was going to be a part of this happening. Towards the first set of his words towards her, she tilts her head to the side and glances upward in deep thought, her fingertips lightly touching her own chin as she considers his musings with more seriousness than an "average" person would deem necessary. Applause makes him reborn...? Was he like a phoenix or something...? As he turns towards her, she imparts a few of her own musings out loud:]

Dear me... Having someone's life owed to me sounds much a heavy responsibility, and seeking repayment a challenge, as there is not much that I find myself yearning for---

[She's interrupted by another question, though it seems like Takane doesn't mind at all. Rather, she was quite puzzled, but intrigued. Dance? Something special?]

A-"Amazing"...? [She repeats the English phrase curiously, before she responds with nonsense her own unique way.] Dancing is an activity I do not particularly find undesirable to partake in. It is a means to paint performances with emotions and messages with movement, in a way differing from that of words, yet carrying neither superiority nor inferiority to the latter...