She was a slight Tibetan woman in charge of the tent at the Everest Base Camp where I and some other Chinese guests were staying that night. She kept the stove in the middle of the tent stoked and occasionally pattered into the other room (it was a big tent) to get more water and food when ordered.
I mostly stayed out of her way and chatted with the tent mates and my guide, Tashi, but as the evening progressed one of the Chinese guests addressed her.
“So, you’re Tibetan. Do you have any songs? Will you sing? Or will you dance for us or something?”
And then this quiet woman, without even looking up from the stove she was tending, said “Um, no. How about you dance?”
What could he say? He didn’t want to dance, either.
And with that single line, the Tibetan woman left, having gained so much more than the money from the guests.