Smiling to Vivian, “I completely agree. One never knows what will speak to them and open the depths within until they’ve heard it.” And classical music never changed and never got old. Well, at least in her opinion.
Music today was always changing and in some ways, not for the better.
Wait….what? Did she hear Vivian right? “Guess it would go without saying that I also enjoy the smell of a tattoo parlor. The ink, the ointments.” And in some ways, the sound of the machine was soothing. Sorta like therapy, without the annoying talking head.
The tag wasn’t familiar to her, but she didn’t usually pay attention to those sort of things. And in London? That was too long to remember.
“Maybe there is another way you could go about seeing around you. And bringing life to the memory.” She didn’t have an idea right then and there, but it was a thought.
As Konrad gets up to leave, she nods her head, “Where’s there’s guns, you can count on me being there.” Wink. The mention of a confession comes up again, and she looks to Josephine, curious. The woman was blunt and well spoken, some would say a little harsh, but Ale was curious about her. She like no nonsense Kindred, had she misjudged the woman?