Giselle had seemed to blank for a moment, but when she snapped back to reality Sinjin was huffing and puffing that her tea was there. A hand lifted, guided to take it with a murmur of, "Thank you, True." Before she was swept back into conversation after he excuses himself. "This world is not nearly as horrible as people make it out to be. Or perhaps I do not see what you do, Vila. A wise man sees what he ought, not what he ca--" The cat screech of another woman and the low growling of Sinjin made Giselle's shoulders hitch with surprise. "I see. Bathory's always make such lovely entrances." The music that screamed through the speakers made her hand quiver. Worst. Music. Ever. "I will ... excuse myself before I can never make music again. Vila, it was a pleasure, really. I hope we can speak again sometime." With that she was moving out toward the kitchen and outside, a brilliant escape route carved out by Sinjin with each prancing step.