She shot him a glare. It sounded so cliche. 'Alternate Universe'. She stopped herself from saying just that as she realized how very possibly true it was. Which only made her scowl more deeply and turn back to the machine. "They probably completely fucked it up," she muttered. It stung to think that somewhere, she was having a probably great life, while she got stuck with the shitty end of the stick.
"Let's see what people think of my version of Sharada..." Taking off her guitar, she held it out to J to ask him to hold it as she set up to sing.