"Inexpensive and good enough for my tastes is- a little hard to find," she says, wryly; she's choosy about her instruments and a grand harp isn't the kind of thing most people just have lying around, unfortunately. Still, she's patient (even if she keeps prioritizing wardrobe over instruments in the list of 'things she doesn't really need but wants, anyway').

"But my music is more than talent--" that she follows his gaze into the room is reflexive, and she manages to stop herself from leaning as well when she realizes she's doing it, "--so I'd have to be very careful. Though it might be of interest somewhere like here."

Well, it's a thought, anyway; she meanders tangents.