"Oh yeah, around me you run the risk of a good hexing,"

Brigitte shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I drove someone to doing something uncharacteristic.” Her brother liked to tell her that she could make a nun swear, cause a saint to curse, and a variety of other kinds of similar feats.

"Sorry, it's been a long day. Good to know it didn't send you running in the opposite direction,"

“It was…I liked it.” That was probably the best way to put it. “A bit depressing maybe, but I liked it.” It was music. How could Brigitte not like it? Anything with two notes strung together got her immediate attention. “Not my style, but…I think I’d me more shocked to come up here and find you playing Duran Duran.” Mostly because who played Duran Duran on the violin?

"What's up, Brigitte?"

Leaning against the wall, Brigitte shrugged. “Not much. That’s the joy of the moment. I have absolutely no responsibilities right now.” She grinned, excited at that prospect. She nodded toward his violin. “I didn’t know you played. Does your brother too?” She raised a brow and really had a hard time not laughing. She just couldn’t picture Ashby doing anything quite as gentle as playing an instrument, let alone a violin.

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