Mimiru sticks her tongue out at him, hefting the guitar up to the point that her raised breasts seem ready to pop out of her shirt in a rather impressive display of bunched-up cleavage, shaking her shoulders to make them sway back and forth slightly.  "Yeah, yeah.  Looking's free, smartass."  The rocker wasn't really mad; it was her own fault for not paying more attention when she was getting dressed, and it wasn't like she didn't<em>expect</em>people to look when she was wearing this shirt.<br/><br/>"Everyone calls me Ru.  Umm, well, that's probably not true, but you seem like a nice boy, you probably don't want to be repeating most of what they call me."  There's a hint of pride in the way she says that, but maybe it's just punk-rock sensibilities; after all, 'punk' itself was originally a pretty offensive slur.  Though, without the accessories she normally wears it's hard to identify her style of dress as 'punk' rather than 'slutty', admittedly.  "I don't play with the same band very often, so...  I don't know, I guess I've learned to play some of everything.  You can't be picky if your drummer only knows Alumina songs, right?  I play Japanese rock sometimes, too, and a lot of British shit..."