Fimble enters the atmospheric place, mouth hanging slightly.
"Look at that dancer, Felix!" He says superflouosly, Felix's eyes already fixed on her. "That's incredible!"
Fimble finally manages to take his away from the dancer, long enough to answer Gwen. "Drinks? Oh no, I don't drink. Affects my good judgement, you see. Root beer for me, if they have it." He follows her, walking almost sideways, still looking at the dancer.