The illusionist snapped her head up suddenly, a distant look on her face as the coin that had been twiddled between her fingers suddenly vanished, disappearing to the hidden place where... Gabrielle kept everything, it seemed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"Oh, I... bonjour, monsieur. 'Ow are you?"</span>she inquired politely, her deep blue eyes observing the other violinist. They really have to do some kind of concert or violin-duel one of these days, it'd be fun even if she knew she'd lose to Arturo.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>