"Something from my grandmother." Elizabeth answered with another small shrug, just another thing that she wasn't really willing to go into detail with. At least, not yet. Just as quickly as she had drawn out the little tune from her mind, it hadn't taken long to shove it back into memory so she wouldn't have to think about it anymore.<br/><br/>Frankly, she didn't know who her mother was. Her father did. But, perhaps, she was missing a big part of information. If her mother had been alive, then Elizabeth would've had two famous parents.<br/><br/>When pieced together correctly, the correct playing of that melody would have turned out to be an incredibly old song written by what would've been one of the few female musicians back in the days. And, if anyone cared to go back, they'd see that the talent had gone from her grandmother to the next, and the next, and the next, till it would finally hit her mother.<br/><br/>The song, specifically, was to be played while naturally there was a story to it. Of course one could think of many words to go to numerous melodies, but only one correct one was for that song, and to put it straight, the song naturally was supposed to be a shower of tragedy, but at the same time it was such a soothingly complicated little piece, that'd it seem to have something else to it. Altogether, it was enough to make someone sway from the sound.<br/><br/>---------------------- ~*~ ----------------------<br/><br/>Elizabeth wasn't carrying her book then, but she was bundled up as if there was a snow blizzard going on. But if one could imagine, she always wore long sleeves even in the summer unless it was extremely hot, so it'd only be right that she was this bundled up for the cold. Her coat was too big for her, but that was the point. She could easily slip her gloved hands into the sleeves, and the hood was pulled up, the zipper up as high as it'd go. To top it off, she was wearing another hooded jacket beneath that coat, with two pairs of gloves to be exact, and a scarf wrapped around her neck, nose, and mouth, from within the coat.<br/><br/>When she reached Aleksey the first thing she stated was, "It's<span style="font-style: italic">freezing</span>!" Despite how much she'd ever bundled up, there was only ever one lasting problem. Her legs were always frozen. She'd tried wearing two pairs of pants once, but that didn't keep warm, either. Her voice was a bit muffled from the scarf, but she didn't care, and she only appeared to be trying harder to nestle into what would've been taken as a nest winter gear.<br/><br/>Rigidly standing she tried shrugging her hands into her sleeves even further then they already wore. And, she might've looked a bit silly with all that on, but she was always cold. And she hated it. "How far is it from here?" She then questioned curiously, referring to the place they'd be eating dinner. If it wasn't warm inside, she'd probably have had a fit. ((xD))<br/><br/>"And, are we walking? Or driving?" She further questioned while they had started making their way to slip out of the university boundaries.