Sonia's face glows with delight and interest. Everyone's always much too busy for art and music, at least out here. Back in Vorbarra's District... Hm. Sonia smiles in return, turning the sugar over in her palm.

"If they ever did, they've probably been broken down and used for firewood by now." A pitiful waste of a musical instrument. This damned war. "I'd like to ask you if you sing, but -- I believe it is your turn to ask a question." She grins a little wider, eyes alight. "Or would you consider the game over?"