Mag had seen her share of scars, most of them prominent or results of the surgeries, but the blemish of skin didn't phase her. Even in her world where people for surgeries as statement for fashion to change an entire appearance or just something minute, there was always some semblance of scar tissue. Visible or not. She had enough of her own to know, despite their invisibility.
As he turned away, she frowned for a moment and looked down at her lap. Boundaries. People had boundaries and she had allowed herself to forget that for a moment. She should know better.
When he began to speak to her again, she lifted her eyes slowly and caught his gaze. Finally, she smiled again. "I'd like it if you played some part in it. Even a small one. I think that together we can lift their spirits. Music is complex, it has a lot of moving parts and the more roles we can fill the better the experience will be for everyone."
She was glad he understood how she felt about being in this world, without a real chance I help or a complete purpose. This gave her hope...purpose. And she couldn't keep the excitement out of her features.
She tilted her head, eyes shimmering as they projected a three-dimensional image of the Opera house from her world so he could see the magnificence of it. "This is what ours looked like." She didn't expect anything from this world to look so glorious, but she would love it just the same.