Vanna smiled warmly at the man as he spoke of violence. It seemed as if he was more of a character she would like to be around. Her fingers moved over the apple, turning it around a bit and then taking another bite.
Why were people so amazed by violence, she never knew really.. Art was much more beautiful... and by what she could hear from him, science and books were just as beautiful as that.
"I hate violence... I don't understand it.. which is why I stay away from people most of the time.... or just scare them enough to think that I am actually crazy", giggling she shrugged at her theory. It didn't seem that strange to her, but then again, most people found it quite.... ridiculous?
To her amazement, he could understand what singing was all about. And hearing him speak of it, seemed as if, back in his day, he actually knew how to do it.
Her lips, as soon as he asked the question, parted and she started singing. She doubted he could understand a word she was saying, but in music, that didn't really matter.
For a few minutes, she was just singing, quietly, but happily. It was obvious she enjoyed in it. Her voice was soft and yet quite high-pitched. When the end came to her song, she giggled, adding quietly
"I don't... but people usually don't appreciate singing around here as much as they should, so I don't bother.."