Alisa nearly hit her head on the cover of the piano as she heard someone come up from behind her and talk. She yelped slightly, rubbing the back of her head as she looked over at the man. He was rather good looking, like Louis said... okay really good looking. Not as muscular as Argo... but still. Her red on black eyes focused over at the man, a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks as she spoke.
"Oui... looks like you got a few loose wires. Nuthin' a good screwdriver can' fix. Nuthin' needs to be replaced, really... jus' keep a good focus on de screws in here, an' make sure dey tight." She spoke softly, almost to the point where it sounded like a whisper. "Where are my manners... umm... ah'm Alisa. An' you?"
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