Elizabeth blinked once at Aleksey when she was told to come sit with him, looking at him as if he were crazy. "Im hopeless with instruments. I've tried, but, it just doesn't work out." She claimed, but after a moment of standing there had set her book down right beside Aleksey's things so as to ensure nothing would happen to it while she was sitting with him. And after setting it down, she moved to lightly sit beside him.<br/><br/>Aleksey seemed happy, sitting there where he was. And that alone was enough to make Elizabeth smile just the same. "I just look at you that way because Id never been able to get my hands to move separate ways." She then claimed after making a small face at herself along with a soft giggle. "My mother used to play though." This had really just slipped out before she could stop it, but she made no effort to conceal what she had said.<br/><br/>"My father used to play it, too." The man had stopped after losing her mother. He had stopped everything, or so it had felt. Including loving his own daughter. "That was amazing though, Aleksey."