Staying close by Dierdre's side, the raven-haired girl moves along with her, drawing in every aspect of the room... the facets of the doors, the wear on the floors... alternate exits, hazards, hints of this place's business at hand.  It's easy to mistake her wide-eyed awareness for wonder, or for amazement.<br/><br/>In answer to Dierdre's response, she nods subtly, continuing to drink in the surroundings.  "The question is in where the damage is deepest..." her voice's natural cadence, even without singing, is song-like, "does the buyer's soul weep, or the sold?"  She might as well be Dierdre's shadow, except for the striking indigo gaze that falls on all at once.