[Somehow this doesn't surprise him, Flynn was running through a booby-trapped temple in the memory that he had seen, and he seems like the kind of idiot who would waltz through danger.]

The waltz wasn't really my scene.

[At least, the few memories he has are of smokey dance halls and lively music, not really conducive to ballroom, more swing and jive.]

Hey-- I need you to keep real still from now on, okay? I don't wanna hit you with this thing. Keep talking, keep focused, just don't move.