"Very Southern. It was my great-grandmother's name, imagine that?" She laughed, a soft sound as she nodded a little. His fake Southern drawl made her wince before she looked up at him, her eyes crinkled from her smile.
Her eyebrows ticked up a little at the curse word. She was used to cursing, really, but it still made her flinch a little. The other students at Juilliard tended to laugh about her delicate sensibilities. When he went on about The Illiad, though, her eyebrows actually raised in surprise.