Pierce tilted his head a bit, listening to Naea as a fond smile appeared - he was always impressed with how well she handled things. Most people raised in that sort of environment would go off and repeat the same mistakes as their deadbeat parent, and blame it on the hardship of their life like that would be an excuse, but she never did.
"Music's the medicine of the mind, right? That's what they say," he replied. "And, oh, I'm sure you're more talented than you give yourself credit for. He might have to watch out for you, you'll give him some competition. I'll just be in my office, making sure people read the news and whatnot." Ah, the wonders of being a communications guru. Pierce loved his job, though he often wondered who would take his place when he finally kicked the bucket. He'd just have to live forever.