"Greece," she said, "where the music was nothing like this, it's true." She couldn't help herself glancing back toward the stage, to Alan. His music may sound nothing like home, but she was thoroughly enjoying exploring the new landscape and architecture he was singing into her life.
Right now though, her attention had to be elsewhere, and she pulled it again toward the Sheriff, stumbling a little into him as she turned back. "Sorry - the air was fresher in Greece, too," she lamented, using his arm for support as if she was a little dizzy. It was an easy act - she'd been a little dizzy on and off for months now. "I think I need to step outside for a moment."