She adjusts her purse because it gives her something to do when he says that it's a great album. It's a true statement, and so is his next one. "I don't think your music taste needs to be obscure, as long as it's good." She holds the CD in one hand now, and decides that he looks friendly and not scary. He is tall, and Vincent's heels aren't particularly high today, but she's never been really intimidated by height. But the fact that she's tucked in close to him is making her a little shy. At this point, though, there's nothing to be done about that. She's in this conversation and she's going to see it through.
"I don't have anything to play it on, if I got it on vinyl," she says, looking up when he does. "And I'm not sure I can really sit around and find their one vinyl copy shelved somewhere between 'Sir Mix-a-Lot' and 'Rafi's Favorite Storytime Tunes.'"