She turned from the window, hand falling from the glass and back to her side easily. She moved to face John more, to offer more of her attention. And when he motioned to the item in display Ariel turned to look at what he had pointed to. She didn't know that, either. Or what any stringed instrument was, really. Instruments from her world were so different. She was familiar with a human phonograph and records, but not their musical machines.
"What Is a guitar?" Ariel inquired in a breath. She felt foolish as she glanced back at her new friend, though there was more eagerness to know than the sheepishness of her ignorance. "Do humans always name their stringed guitars?" She knew that sailors named their ships. She had heard that some place. But she had never heard naming objects like those.
"Do you play often?" Her excitement was growing again, and she felt almost like a fawn in a new valley.