The music room was almost empty when Taura walked into it, and she stood in the doorway for a moment, blinking. There were a lot fewer people at the Institute now -- so many disappearances, and so few arrivals, and Taura wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or depressing. It depended, most critically, on where people went, after.

Then she realized she might be looming -- she wasn't quite as naturally prone to it here, but she still towered over most people. She stepped into the room, and quietly padded up next to Aigis, who was looking at a cassette of recorded music. She knew very little about music -- lots of the Dendarii played, with wildly varying skill, and Nicol had talked theory on the flight from Jackson's Whole to give them something to talk about that wasn't everything else about their lives there, but Taura's reaction tended towards vague appreciation of almost everything. Except very loud music -- her hearing was too good, at times.

She cleared her throat, not wanting to startle Aigis. "Everything all right?" she asked. "You, um, looked a little preoccupied."