Music is second nature to Ilde, and thrums through her like she's the instrument in question regardless of whether she's above water or below; it is the one thing where her ordinarily poor hearing just doesn't matter. Accordingly, she's been flitting back and forth from the jukebox since she arrived, and soon enough Charles has company in the form of a little fairy in high heels leaning over the jukebox itself.

"That's terrible," she says, pointing out a song. "I like this one better." It does not seem to occur to her to be concerned with whether or not he cares what she likes.