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Tapping the heel of her boots against the floor in tune with the music coursing through her skull via bulky black headphones, Rhea thought that perhaps she'd go out for walks more often. Perhaps she'd even let Hayden tag along if she ever tired of sneaking past him, but jumping from her balcony and barrel rolling from bush to bush never failed to rouse a giggle from the immortal's lips. Just thinking about it caused her to chuckle slightly, her foot ceasing it's idiosyncratic behavior for a moment as she canted her head slightly.
It certainly was hard to hear with clearly expensive headphones over one's ears, and so it was easy to miss the person who had been asking something of her moments ago. Turning widened amber hues toward the presumably lost citizen, Rhea pulled the earphones from her head with a shake of her hair and asked, "Sorry, what was that? These things block sound better than drywall--."
