Athol was one of the people who stopped to watch and listen to her play. He didn't exactly smile, but his eyes were bright and friendly, and he nodded along with the music. For someone who was as young as he assumed she was, she had a lot of talent. Or rather, more accurately he figured she'd practiced a lot.

"Hello," he said amiably. "You're very good. You remind me of a friend back home who plays guitar." He knew the instruments were vastly different, but Taos had a similar passion, which they'd all been forced to deal with at varying hours of the night at one point or another.