[ He approaches only after she's finished playing, seating himself on a rock near the edge of the pond. ]
I'm doing well.
[ That's an outright lie. He hasn't been doing well at all these last few days--and he would be better tonight, at least, if he'd gotten the alone time he'd planned on. But he supposes that if anyone had to be here, he's glad that it's Michiru rather than someone overtly irritating. And actually, the way she's posed--standing on a rock surrounded by water, holding her violin--makes for quite a striking scene. Maybe this isn't a loss, after all. ]
This may sound strange, but--Michiru, would you mind if I sketched you?