Done with her most recent raiding on the mall, Chloe too makes a stop at the ice rink. It doesn't take long for her to hone in on a very familiar figure as he skates. Not calling attention to her presence at first, she watches him out on the ice. He cuts a fine figure, as though he's been doing this for years. It isn't entirely surprising, all things considered, but it doesn't stop Chloe smiling to herself. He looks at ease. It's a beautiful gift in itself.

Thus far her fear of embarrassment, of failure, has prevented her from slipping on a pair of skates herself. Being a public spectacle when she could be bad at something hits the perfectionist buttons that linger.

The motivation is that Connor isn't going to judge her. She's sure about that. Nor would any of the other Travellers, probably. If she stumbles, she and Connor can laugh about it together. Carry on and keep learning. There is something to be said for picking up a skill the way a human would.

With her skates on, she hovers near the barrier to begin with and waits until he's about to pass her. "Excuse me, fine gentleman, do you think you could hold my hand?"