Laughing quietly, she looked back at the piano keys, straight ahead for a moment before glancing back over. "Cars and locks of the past, beware." Bad habit encouragement and delinquent adventures. Bonnie and Clyde in their teenage years. Less bank robbing and death, though. More road trips in 'borrowed' cars and 'exploration.' At least, she thought. That was, of course, if either would have been able or willing to talk to one another to begin with. Sullen anger at the world didn't make her the best conversationalist.
Then she was watching her hands on the keys, snorting in amusement. "That just looks weird. And yeah, no company for a little bit. It's like having a messy house right now." She was rolling with the benign commentary as well. Cassandra visions were for the future, though she made mental note that they still had to bring that up. "I wonder what literally flying would be like, especially in the weather. Are people who can fly naturally warmer?" They should be, she thought. Flying with heavy coats and such seemed just mean.
"Remind me to ask when we meet a flyer." She smiled. They would eventually, she was sure of it.
The slouching shoulders didn't go unnoticed. Syd leaned in, pressing a kiss to her own shoulder -- his shoulder right now. "This too shall pass. And then it's springtime and warmth." A pause, "And maybe a day trip or two to the warmth if you feel up to it."