Music was one of the few things that Mystique tended not to notice, classified as non-dangerous, and usually not designed to transmit information ... but slowly familiar threads of sound caught her attention, and the smile widened.
"Everyone leads an interesting life according to someone," she pointed out drily. Hand perfectly steady, voice even, as though if she moved suddenly the spell would break, and that sure touch on her hand would vanish. "And I'm not that much older than I look. Tell me ..." Irene was the same, and Mystique was as different as she ever was, ever fluid, ever changing - except to this woman, who'd always manged to see past the superficial, who had always surprised her. "Is there anything there about seeing ghosts?"