Well this completely backfired. April's turn to put her hands up like she's been caught, or being mugged.

"No. No, no. I'd be terrible for that." Her mouth stays open as she tries to think of why she's not cut out for it. "It's just, really not my kind of thing. Ballet and I wouldn't mix."

There's uncertainty there, but she's just going to cover that with a well timed towel wiping of her face.