I hope you dance

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act

It is much better, Koa agrees. He's glad (if slightly alarmed) to see how unfazed Nova is by the encounter with Grubby Hands McGee; it further solidifies his assessment of her as a bubbly and perhaps concerningly airheaded literal ray of sunshine. She twirls like a top beneath his arm, her dress flaring out prettily across the dancefloor. What would have happened if someone less malodorous but just as malicious had gotten to her, first?

The memory of what Sohalia told him - I was attacked - flashes through his mind, and he feels his elation dim.

But only for a moment. Koa's eyebrows raise in confusion at her answer, because it truly makes no sense. "The stars?" he repeats, tilting his head curiously and inspecting her more closely. The freckles on her face do look like stardust, and she is incredibly naive, and Nova will have the amusement of watching Koa's expressions as the pieces click into place, until he's left standing still with eyes wide open, his mouth a little bit agape. "Wait, are you Safrin's kid?!" He'd heard rumors of the triplet children, but he hadn't expected to run into one in the seedier side of Stormbreak and oh gods he basically told her to come here and then she almost got assaulted, Safrin is going to fry him alive.

Koa Carpenter

If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact