[ Whoever said dancing was supposed to be boring and silent had clearly never danced with someone they liked. Or — an awkward, cringey thought — no one they had ever asked to dance with liked them or thought they were interesting enough to talk to while dancing.

Hilda smelling gossip is practically the equivalent to a shark smelling blood. Her own cheeks flush with excitement, her eyes are practically sparkling — if Garrus had to wanted to hazard a guess that Hilda loved love, he’d be right. ]

Your commander? [ There’s something pleasantly scandalized about her giggle. ] I love that! We’ll have to make sure your dance skills are perfect for her then. [ The tempo picks up in this part of the song, and they’re expected to move a little more quickly than before. Once they seem like they won’t topple over their own feet, Hilda can’t help but chime in again. ] Tell me more, tell me more! Are you two officially together? Is it still a blossoming new thing?