Naea frowned slightly, finding herself shifting a bit uncomfortably at his offer. She wasn't truly interested in one of his guitars--cool as though it probably was, she was quite content with the one she had. It had been her mother's...
That bit of a frown turned back the other way for a brief moment. She was trying to figure out if he was genuinely being nice or flaunting his celebrity. He was one of her favorite musicians, but sometimes the outside looking in wasn't all it was cracked up to be. "Hey, no. It's okay. This is still faster than the elevator." And safer, she thought. She only lived on the second floor, after all. She'd been meaning to catch up with Kami on the sixth. Inner Fangirl had calmed down considerably. "You're a might occupied, and it was rude of me to ask. Thanks anyway, though." Her voice was very good-natured and polite. It was just the way she was. "I recommend the cookies on the sixth floor, though," she said, leaning against the banister.