Her fingers hover near her mouth, an instinctive cover from her laughter as she considers it. It's not... well, it's not really her, is it? She has a carefully curated persona, a person she's made herself into, and The Director would never. She has an appreciation for music, a facination likely spurned by a certain woman, but words have always been her forte. Words and art, though the latter has been in shorter supply until recently. But... she also remembers a more vivacious version of herself, someone she admired, that learned and grew with her friends despite her fear. And perhaps, in light of more recent actions, that Lucretia is the person they need.

"I'll tell you what. Do you like to draw?" She doubts they know- not that she doesn't know a few things about being a prodigy- but she also thinks, even if they do, they'd be willing to practice. "If you show me this, I can show you some of my favorite sketching techniques. How does that sound?"