"I think I'm coordinated enough to manage that much," she says with a laugh. Swaying is at least a little more her speed than a full on dance -- she was probably one of the few girls growing up who hadn't been sent to schools for that kind of thing. Her father had been too busy to think of something as "frivolous" as dance lessons.

So she follows him onto the approximation of a dance floor, willing to let herself forget there terrible circumstances for the time being. "I believe it goes something like this," she says as she puts a hand on his shoulder and keeps hold of his hand with her own.