Mimiru raises an eyebrow, picking out a word and repeating it slowly, "Dorms..."  Come to think of it, someone had mentioned the dormitory was supposed to be for students 'like her', but she had assumed at the time they meant something derogatory by that.  The teen puffs on her cigarette again, introspective for a moment, looking Aryn over again with a more appraising eye.  "You're a second-year student, yeah?"<br/><br/>"Oh..."  After a moment, she lifts the guitar back up close to her, the body of it pushing up on the undersides of her breasts slightly, making them wobble faintly with the vibrations of the strings--definitely no bra.  "The way they learn is they just try to play a song they hear, you know?  They mess around with the instrument until it makes the sound they hear in the song.  They just keep doing that until they know how to make all the sounds they need to play that song.  'Playing by ear' or whatever; they fuck up a lot that way, but sometimes they end up making some pretty boss covers of songs on accident."