On Nikki’s home planet, dancing was done during celebrations. Her mother was always the ‘bell of the ball’; aside from being the Queen and getting attention for her dark completion and dashing deep brown hair, the woman could dance. Her father and her mother would take up the dance floor doing traditional dances found on earth; the Waltz, Salsa, Tango and all sorts of other couple dances that would leave the company present in awe of the situation at hand. While Nikki only learned a few from her mother’s vast knowledge, she made sure her daughter was gifted with ‘the rhythm’, as her mother so cleverly called it. So when she was invited to dance to the music, her body moved into motion with the beat of the music. 

When the song changed, her body changed with the smoothness of the sweet song. Sighing she pulled herself out of her leather jacket to reveal the tribal sleeves that went up to her shoulders dedicated to both her mother’s heritage and her father’s; a mixture of Earth’s native American culture and the Metra culture. She dropped her jacket on top of her bag and blade continuing to dance as she did so, unaware of how close Quill had made himself. “I was raised hearing it called it ‘the rhythm’. I was always told that life is nothing without ‘the rhythm’.” Her chocolate eyes closed as she thought about her home and remembered the music, even though it wasn’t close to what he was playing; it still felt nice to have something familiar happening as her body rocked and swayed to the music.