"Maybe a week or so," Julia admits, just a little embarrassed about it, though she smiles as she speaks. "I barely even know my way around yet. But I pass by here on my way to and from work, so..." So it's gotten increasingly difficult to resist coming in, until apparently, it's become inevitable. Right now, carefully taking the ukulele from Beth, it's hard to see that as a bad thing. It's barely been any time at all, but it feels as if it might have been a lifetime since she last held an instrument for how detached she's felt from everything over the past however many days it's been.

Though she's half-convinced she's about to embarrass herself, at least her hands seem to remember what she's doing, strumming one chord, then another. "I think this must be even nicer than the one I had back home."