Once again, the twins are left speechless. Now both of them have gone. The loud thud was concerning, but what could they do? Not a whole lot. Freddie seemed confident in his capabilities against the SOLDIER, though Nalia knew that was an unfounded confidence. A rock god...versus an actual god? The winner would be obvious, and she wasn’t about to get into the crosshairs.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, the brunette pushed away from the front desk and made her way back to the bar. She turned to her sister, giving her an apologetic smile, but Lydia just waved it off and shook her head, a silent “it’s fine” gesture. So, Nalia returned to her duties, though what there was to do, she couldn’t be sure. With no patrons to serve, she’d have no choice but to sit there and sulk.<br/><br/>As soon as she walked through the door, she spotted Freddie’s shirt in the garbage and shook her head. Grabbing it, she shook it free of whatever refuse clung to it and neatly folded it before placing it on an empty spot of a shelf behind the bar, figuring he might want that back. As the busboys brought the piano back to her bar, placing it down gently where it belonged, she thanked them as they left.<br/><br/>Somehow, she doubted she’d be getting that lesson after this whole escapade. Nevertheless, she sat on the bench, and played a few notes. She didn’t know many songs...but she did manage to teach herself at least one. It was helpful that it basically repeated itself. Before long, she started to sing.