Satisfied that the other woman was alright the violinist began to play her earlier soothing melody. A restful moment by the sea... that was where her mind was. Somewhere soft and clean and safe, so very different from where she would have to go home too eventually. She frowned at the idea and briefly the music communicated a crashing wave but it faded as she pushed the emotion away into the gentle motion of the current lapping at the shore to tease at your toes. The music was warm, a sweet summer day. She sighed softly, relaxing. She was unaware of the costumer being any different then before, her mind drifting once more already.