Rayne nodded and rested her head against the window as she listened to him explain. “<span style="color: #660066">Well that’s not very encouraging. I’m not a good singer, I don’t know how to write songs... I can barely write as it is. On my planet not being able to walk is a death sentence unless you’re well connected. But I’ll let you make plans to get me a singing tutor. And I’ll cooperate with you and this awful death box to travel to and from.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>