Dark eyes steeled for a moment, as the friendly, innocent look fell away. Her features darkly-skinned and delicate twist into a scowl for a long moment, as she studied the girl in front of her. She shook her head, slightly curled locks of dark hair spread out with the motion. Reaching out she grips both the violin and the bow she had been using, turning slightly she set each on one of the desks that face either wall. Stooping down she retrieves a battered looking case, The clasps pop open with a snap. Pulling the top open she rests the violin and the bow into the case, closing the lid.<br/><br/><strong>"And I don't feel like playing, anymore."</strong>She replied simply.<br/><br/>Turning again she scoops up the overturned chair, placing it upright before sliding it back to it's position behind 'her' desk.<strong>"I am not a dancing monkey... Just because I don't have a trust fund. And I'm not here to perform at your or anyone else's whim."</strong>her voice was steady, but the sound of building anger behind it was evident.