It was the muttered Miss Malfoy that had first caught her attention. It was hard to tell if they were addressing her or... no it looked like the other young woman, the debutante of the evening, if Torie wasn't mistaken, was also watching her sister dancing with Mr. Foxwood. That was highly amusing.

Torie moved closer, conspiratorially, at Miss Dashwood's further observation. Waving off the accompanying apology easily, Torie leaned in further, "It is not Mr. Foxwood we should worry about." She chuckled good-naturedly. "My sister, for all of her... accomplishments, is a passable dancer. I only say this as her sister, please do not think me too harsh."  Estelle probably didn't truly get enough practice to be exemplary at it, but that was neither her nor there. Sisters were supposed to be somewhat critical after all, that had been her experience, how else were they supposed to better themselves?

"I do hope you've been enjoying your evening Miss Dashwood? Your dress is absolutely lovely." When Torie looked back on her own debut she had fond memories, but it all still felt like a bit of a blur.