*Meg looks at the spot where he was, and then at Alex, and tries very hard to remember the right English words, because she feels like she needs to use them.

And, in a voice that's dead, says:*

You have the most fucked up taste of anyone I know.

*And then turns and walks off, because she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, and since she can't dance, she hasn't got the time, going and thwacking at something for long long long hours is very nearly as good.*