[Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
Eyes had gone as big as saucers at the bill. Being frank, coins was her usual unit of counting and that was just fine. Bills thrown were singles, never the once but a five, so seeing a twenty plain as day? Well, she'd made far more than she'd anticipated and that was painted on her face plain as the color rose that followed it. She always took compliments and praise about her music well, feeling that odd tip-toe of pride and humility.
At least today, she could add to that the feeling of earning her keep for the night. That always made sleeping easier. However, that was a thought for later. Now bright eyes would track the soul who'd thrown the thing. Who was still standing there. Talking to her, though at her might have been the better word. Still mildly stunned at the haul, she blinked in resignation, tilting her head just slightly at the accent. It was...familiar, but not. Something she'd heard in a travel, but then it'd been gone again. Still, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at its sound, and what it said.
"S'a kind an generous thing to say." She offered. Hers was an accent of Western Kentucky and some strange, backwater, version of something that sounded like it must have been from the British Isles. She covered it up more often than not and she was particularly good at absorbing accents. She had found it to be useful skill for a traveler, people always responded better to locals.
"I'd wager that buys you more'n jus' the one song." Confidence returned, she stood poised and brought the bow back to the strings. "I take requests, if you got one." A slow and steady breath, ticking through what she might pick as she tried to size him up. First his face, then his clothes then...the case on his back? Oh. If she wasn't imagining things, that was going to make the process a whole lot more interesting indeed. And it would make deciding a whole lot more complicated.
"Jus' no Paganini or Chopin please, I don't think my ears nor fingers could take that bit right now. And Chopin puts me right to sleep. Every time." She could be, and was admittedly, bad at talking to people. One-to-one had never been her forte. Performing though? That was a different beast entirely and right now? Right now she was testing her audience to see just how high she should be dialing things up in an attempt to impress.
"And if you're gonna' be requestin' Christmas music, I want you to say it real loud like so the folks know I didn't go picking it." She smirked, quite plainly, before sitting back on her heels and waiting to see what he came up with.