Clearing his throat, Kai murmured, "You have no idea how to dance, do you?"
Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. "I'm a mechanic."
His eyebrows raised mockingly. "Believe me, I noticed. Are those grease stains on the gloves I gave you?

The witch snipped off her golden hair and cast her out into a great desert

She could be a fire hazard. Maybe we should remove her from the ship before she spontaneously combusts.

Over everything, I choose you

Maybe the princess could save herself."
"That sounds like a pretty good story too.

Let me guess,” Thorne said. “Breaking and entering?”
After a long silence of examining the retracting mechanism, the girl wrinkled her nose. “Two counts of treason, if you must know. And resisting arrest, and unlawful use of bioelectricity. Oh, and illegal immigration, but honestly, I think that's a little excessive.