Echo giggled at the woman kissing her hand. "Silly silly," she said playfully when the woman kissed her hand. Echo had heard of such women, those who were attracted to their own sex, but had not met one. Until now it seemed. 
Her smile faltered a bit and she looked down and away shyly. "I don't know how to dance," she admitted, blushing a bit in embarrassment. 

People around them murmured amongst themselves, about the strange girl with questionable mental status and the firey redhead with questionable morals.
One of the ladies who stood nearby peered through her mask at them, judgement in her eyes. Echo, not seeing it, waved in a friendly manner. "Hi!" she greeted cheerfully only to have the woman turn her face away sharply, nose in the air.
Echo faltered for a moment, letting her hand drop, a look of confusion on her face before gasping in delight as her attention was once again taken by something before her. A kind of grey mousse on a tiny piece of bread with caviar on top was being offered on a tray. Echo eagerly took one and tried it, excitement on her face. "It's yummy," she said, eating the bite-sized food before looking back to Claudia. "You have one too," she said. "I don't know what it is, but it tastes interesting."