"Oh, that's nice," Pansy nodded, not having the faintest clue who Rose Zeller was. So, he was a musician. Maybe he would write a song for her. That would be so romantic! "What do you do here? I mean, what job have you been assigned?" Or stuck with, more likely. She hadn't seen him around before, but then again, she'd only been here a few days and hadn't been many places other than work and her house.
Crossing her legs and turning slightly to face Davis more, Pansy shot him a charming smile. "Maybe I could stop by and visit you at work sometime." It had been awhile since Pansy had attempted to turn on her charm for someone, so she hoped she was faring okay. If her parents could see her now, they'd have a fit.