[When she sees IV approach the wall, she snaps out of whatever silliness had come over her and follows. She hadn't exactly expected private lessons, but can't find it in her to complain, either.
She almost feels bad for holding him back.]
You mean a whole lap? [Clinging to the wall with one hand, she scans the rink.] ...Of course I can!
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She almost feels bad for holding him back.]
You mean a whole lap? [Clinging to the wall with one hand, she scans the rink.] ...Of course I can!