He started picking up a bit. His room had a few other decorations, such as posters of old rock bands and one of X-Files. In the corner was a desk filled with wrenches and screwdrivers, screw and pieces if metal here and there. "It's kind of hard without some adjustments."
She considered him for a moment, her dark brows furrowing before she looked down at her hands thoughtfully. "I used to play the fiddle a lot," she said slowly. "I would busk on the streets for money when I was younger. I wouldn't be able to read sheet music though. I always wanted to learn, but when I got to go to school, there weren't the resources for me to learn. I had to drop it when I was about 16."
She considered the question for a moment before looking up at him with a small smile. "Somewhere in my room, I think. Why?"
