Muse could think of a lot of other problems associated with being butt-level, but none of them were exactly appropriate for any sort of polite society. Someone getting a glimpse of the inside of Muse's head might be tempted to think she never outgrew eleven.
The girl's question was one she got from time to time, and she always felt a little awkward with it. It was part of adjusting to 'fame' - what was the polite, humble way to answer such a thing? "You might!" she settled on, with a bright smile. "My name is Muse, I'm here to play one of the New Year's Eve concerts tomorrow night." she added, as she offered a handshake. "There's a few posters in the lobby for them, you might have seen me there."