Maggie looked up at her. "I don't want to change." She rubbed at her eyes and the seemingly unstoppable flow of tears. her shoulder shook as she tried to compose herself. Crying really wasn't going to do anything. At the question of dance Maggie nodded. "That's why my dad picked this place. My mother used to teach ballet before she got sick. I've been dancing my whole life." She took a few deep breaths and tried to settle herself. Her eyes went back up to the woman that was being so kind to her. "M-My name is Maggie." she offered. She didn't want her real self to be forgotten, it was all she had left.