"Banjo," she repeats, an incredulous smile tugging at her lips. That is quite a name. Since he's angling it towards her invitingly, she reaches out to give the head a cautious tap with one finger, eyebrows rising at the curious, almost metallic sound it makes. Then she draws her hand back to watch him play. She's never watched someone play an instrument from such little distance before.

It's an odd song, whatever it is. Less like what he played before, more meandering and vaguely mournful. "And are they all stringed ones, like this and the guitar?" It's a little difficult for her to talk over the music - her inclination is to fall into a near-reverent silence and just listen - but he seems to be treating the whole process much more casually than that, and she doesn't want to seem like a complete bumpkin.