Orsino shrugged. "A bit of both, probably. Here." He turned and made his way toward the extra room that usually served as a storage space for old and extra instruments, gesturing for Don to follow suit.
As they walked through the doorway they were greeted by a dozing Seven, sprawled on her side under what appeared to be a partially dismantled Muggle keyboard. Orsino made for a celesta near the back of the room and open the top up. He seemed to be rummaging inside of it for something, and as he bent over it he glanced up at Don. "How's everything at home? - Ow."
He pulled his hand out and inspecting his palm for a few moments before returning to his search. It didn't occur to him that, to Don, this probably seemed very strange.