"Is that how they teach ballet outside of bunkers?" Dan laughs. "Maybe that's why I never got the hang of échappé. Weren't getting yelled at enough."

The mailroom isn't far off, and Dan's correct; there is a little corner for packages, which, at this time of year, has plenty of empty space and, for whatever reason, a mirror. Dan does a series of chaines onto the floor and kicks his shoes off and to the side at the end.

"Alright, kiddo, show me a little freestyle."