[Lucille sits tall and poised, hair and clothes immaculate as always. She looks elegant, like Victorian nobility, which is in direct contrast to what can be seen in the background: torn wallpaper, and a boarded-up window. Her 'home' - a crumbling manor surrounded by weeds.]

I miss playing music, Deerington. [She laments, her shoulders tense. It looks almost painful but doesn't seem to bother her.]

I miss my piano. I have been caught up in this little world of dreams and madness for a number of weeks now, and have not played a single tune. It's a travesty and it makes me feel terribly unhappy. Empty, almost.

[Her posture shifts; she turns, seemingly distracted by an odd scratching noise. She's still feeling paranoid after the incident with her zombified brother, so odd noises are not welcome right now. Or, perhaps, ever. Finally deciding that it's nothing at all, she turns back, but her complexion appears to be a little paler.]

I wonder... does anyone know where I might acquire a piano? A good one? I'd love to be able to play again, and soon.

[Here's where she hesitates. Does she say it? Doesn't she? She decides to, but not without so many reservations about it.]

And one last thing. This... upcoming dance. We must accompany someone else in order to get in, correct? Do you suppose they'll be lenient on that requirement? If I absolutely must go, I'd much rather go alone.

[Yup, dances are so inconvenient.]