[b]Shio[/b]

Shio picked up one of the cards that was flung at her - assuming that Chelle Lee had accidentally flung more cards that intended - to provide her the proper information on their band.

"I play the flute," she commented, "Our father required it for us to allow us to practice breath control. Is there a difference between rock and country?"

Shio's commented was as matter-of-fact, with an actual small amount of pondering to the tone, a rare inflection of Shio's voice, to the point that the question almost didn't sound like a question. She began thinking about the flute, which she, as well, hadn't brought along with her. She turned yet again, to the shopkeeper, who twitched a bit in response to her motion.

"I would like to see a flute," she told the man, ignoring his physical expression of his fear for her. He obliged, pulling out a small selection. There was little hesitance for Shio, immediately grabbing one off of the cloth. "This one is acceptable."

She gave it a quick run before sliding it into her pocket.