[ It's his instant thought, that she's far more coordinated, and actually and most assuredly knows what she's doing. Of course, he does, too! Yes, there's definitely a technique to his random kicking about and flailing of limbs. He knows exactly what he's doing. It's only that put up against her display, he's hardly a match.

Quick to right himself once she's curtsied, the Doctor's grinning, slightly breathless in his excitement. But with an exaggerated flourish, he waves one hand in the air, folding his other hand behind his waist and doing a little bow at her while giving a friendly nod to the small crowd they seem to have gathered. Customary, right, like a call and response after one curtsies and the dance ends? He's sure he's seen that somewhere. ]

Bravo, indeed, though you might have mentioned you're actually a veteran sky dancer.

[ He looks briefly back over to the stage, to the area they'd left moments before. ]

Hope you don't mind the detour! We'll catch the rest of it later, not to worry. I'm the Doctor, by the way. And you, my sky-dancing friend?

[ Before she can answer, he scrunches up his nose at himself. ] Sky-dancing friend...no, no, I can do better than that. Bookmarking that for later, to be improved upon.