When she heard his voice she sighed and nodded. Gods knew she had her own issues with Apollo. He was her Musagetes, but also partially to blame for Hyacinthus' death. She blamed herself, most of the time, but like any good Muse she showed nothing of her inner turmoil. First things first.
She rose and grabbed her bag, "I'm ready. Thank you again for meeting with me." She knew there would be questions. Working with children had it's advantages, but it meant she endured several intrusive questions.
The child who'd ran out looked back and she shook her head before she adjusted her glasses. She didn't need them, but well. They made her look smarter. She still had some vanity. Quietly she moved to the car, going through the several things she had to tell him. Terpsichore wouldn't be pleased with her, but few beings where ever truly pleased with her.