As unnerving as it is having someone just lay open that he knows, could know, will know what she can do, when people have done all manner of awful things once they knew, the canary and Charles general... Charlesness that he gave off, it didn't have that feeling of something sharp and dangerous being dragged inescapably close. She watches him for a moment, mulling over that maybe there's a better way to describe it than person-ness. In fact, she's sure she's thought it over before, but her mind is a maze, where the hedges have grown out of control and become a jungle with a life of their own, vines that snatch thoughts and memories away or push them on you until you can't think or feel anything else.

Her gaze is blank for a few moments, eyebrows furrowing just a little, before a smile finally appears. "Cloud formations. Don't you think people are kinda like 'em? Everyone can look and see different things, and they got all kindsa meanings. Maybe there's some that are the same kind, but none of them are ever the same. And they change all the time, even if you can't see it." Or, maybe they did. Seems like they'd have to, so far up in the sky, all exposed. Even when they're calm and peaceful, they don't hardly seem like they could be static. Leaning a little closer, she studies his face, his expression. "I dunno about all the details, but I think I like whatever kinda cloud you are."

She doesn't lean back, but moves her guitar, scooping odd bits of change into her pocket before laying it down in the case. No intention to just move or nothing, not yet, but it's nice to have her arms free. "Ain't much of a talent."