Nina didn't let herself startle, even though she was unaccustomed to being touched outside of the studio and rehearsals. She concentrated on how kind the other young woman seemed to be and tried to relax. Always a difficult prospect for Nina, but she didn't want to repay Ariadne's kindness with being skittish or standoffish.

She was afraid of the notion of change, though. She'd lived, slept, and ate ballet for as long as she could remember. To not do so was a little nerve-wracking. She'd still stay in shape and practiced, however, she couldn't let herself slack on that.

She was afraid she'd stay in that box, though. But could her instincts be trusted? They'd led her so far astray recently to the point where she couldn't often tell what was real and what wasn't anymore. There were things she would've sworn happened but hadn't. And things she didn't remember doing, but did.

Nina raised her eyes to meet Ariadne's. There was more than a bit of apprehension there. "What if I want to?"