Gabrielle kept a steady eye on the blind man. He was... unique. Pleasant and mild. While the personalities of many in the Cirque du Steam were outrageous in at least some way, Arturo loved strawberry and always carried a violin. She was immediately inclined to like the man, and always enjoyed his company -- but a part of her did wonder what his secret was.<br/><br/>She leaned back in her seat, spreading her legs slightly to "air out" (the airy cloth and gusseting of her pants always helped with that). One hand snapped to replace the pigtail that had fallen out while she answered.<span style="color: #000080">"Not bad, monsieur, not bad at all! Had a good breakfast, some... enjoyable company. And soon I will get to do vhat I do best. Which reminds me! 'Ow would you care to do a... duel, of sorts, with le violin? I understand I am... not as good as you, monsieur, but it would be une honor."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>