Carmelita felt her ego deflate as she realized that her humor and even her short dance did nothing to make the appear entertained or even curious. She briefly pouted her lips before she pulled it together and commented. "You don't take much time off, do you?"<br/><br/>She took a breath before she glanced at the mirror. "Forever clean sounds useful but I'd rather look into something I can carry with me or perform with or in." She shrugged. "I've always lived on the road."<br/><br/>The performer followed girl's gaze back to the lute and studied it carefully with a focused stare. "Hmm." She perked up at the mention of the curses, then quirked her eyebrow at the shopkeep. "Young ladies of what?" Carmelita crossed her arms. "You don't have to hold back. I'm a performer. I've heard it all, really." That said, she was still mentally preparing herself to shoot down whatever assumptions this person had about her.