The riff stumbles into a discordant squeal as Nova Mortis starts slightly in her seat. She'd been too focused on playing to notice him. She looks back down at her guitar, her face mostly unreadable behind the mask, but don't worry: she still just kinda gives off sad vibes.

"Just scales," she says, then begins picking out scales again at a rapid pace, and despite her humility, it absolutely fucking rips.