For a second he kind of feels like an ass for making assumptions, but their hands are still linked and he lets himself trail after her. With her polka dot skirt and the flash of red in her hair he's certain she looks more like she belongs there than he does. He only has a vague notion of the different kinds of instruments crowded into the shop, and his knowledge of the accompanying tech was worse, but it was bright and colorful and somehow it framed her nicely.

"So they kind of raised you around music, huh?" He hazarded, careful to not push into the later part of the story, the sadder one. "Is Ghoul the one that taught you to play? Or did you figure that out on your own?"