[she leads the hand she took to her waist, then takes the other one as she stands before him, lifting her chin.]

You lead with your body, not your feet. Pick a direction, then step...as though you meant to step carefully to avoid making too much noise or jostle something on the floor. Glass cups, perhaps...

[or bombs? bombs may have been a better analogy for Wolfwood in particular, but such an idea doesn't actually come to mind right now.]

You needn't worry about me; I know how to follow. Your steps should match the rhythm of the sound around you...or the people closest, lest we collide.