"Yeah, okay." Sammy finishes her coffee and starts putting on her armor. Part of her wanted something different. Was still picturing Machia vaulting past her, and what good was DDR going to do to simulate that? She should be vaulting between trees, jumping across rivers, the floor is lava and she has to move faster than the wind. But...that wasn't the thing here. Decima was right, she was going to get locked in with somebody or other if she was going for the scoring zones. And she wanted to see what this not-bullet gun looked like in action. Or felt like, if she took a bad shot. 

Even if...even if she'd be picturing Machia the whole time she was playing DDR, imagining every way she could have moved differently, imagining the flow of her opponent like a river around every step she took. 

She let out a breath through her nose, the smell of coffee still strong, her body full of energy and jitter. Decima's got keen eyes, she's not going to take Sammy's nonchalance as not caring, and Sammy's only going to go with the flow for as long as this feels useful. It all depends on the first couple shots as to whether she takes it slow or bounds off her mat without missing a step to punch Decima in the face.

And in the meantime, there's an audible crack as she pops her shoulders and flexes her armor into place and flows into something with fast guitar riffs as she throws up a hand to start the song. She waves as she steps, throwing her head and upper body into the moves as fast as her feet, weaving and flowing up and down like water. Like a river to match the flow of an invisible Machia racing past her.