[ Rinoa's been hanging around the market, just outside the newly-named BATHzone, offering dancing lessons to anyone who seemed like they might need them. After all, she's lucky enough that she can dance - but it's true that not everyone is the same. That seems to be especially the case for the man she sees emerging from the bathhouse with angry, forceful steps; the brace on his leg tells her that dancing might not be as possible for him as it is for the other inhabitants of the Void. It's a thought that makes her frown in empathetic irritation just before she stands up and approaches him with a small smile. ]

I've seen you around the place, but I don't think we've met properly before, right? I', Rinoa. Sorry I don't have a light.

[ Rinoa, who is already trying to think of ways that she could possibly help him with the problem he's having. Despite the division of the space, the rules don't seem to force men and women to use different sides; maybe she could complete the game for him? Or maybe one of the more scientific minds in the place - someone like Kaiba, or the Professor - could put something together to hold, so he could play with his hands, or... ]

The changes are frustrating, but we'll work something out, okay?