Right on cue, people are showing up more. They linger a bit, before generally moving on. It doesn't seem like anyone's giving her more or less money, just paying more attention. She lets it fade away, turning her head towards the source of the... not normal-..ness. Is that a word?
Eventually, the song winds down, there's some polite applause, a few dollars worth of change winds up in her case. She shakes her head silently to people asking if she takes request, then looks at someone still watching.
She tugs aside one corner of the veil just enough to look at him directly, a blue glow where an eye should be.
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