[ Look it's probably his phone but that works perfectly and Yuri gives Aleksi a look even as he straightens up and listens to what comes on over the speakers. He snorts; ]

Should you even be playing that here?

[ His music, that is. He's never gotten what's important about the technical rules behind what's allowed to be played during on hours. Not that he particularly cares, shaking his head and shaking himself off, skating forward. The weight on his feet is different, but the way of moving, at least in theory, that's not new.

It's older music, from a recital he was part of last year. He's a little amused to hear it now. ]

So now I dance on ice, just like that.

[ He quips, but the truth is he's already moving better by loosely testing out how he'd even attempt to move as he would were he on firm ground. Ah, but for this, he'd have to turn; somehow, he does manage that much, though he nearly falls from stumbling and not bringing his skate up high enough. ]