[Lily is sitting on the ground, playing with the music library. People who have played their music using the communicators may recognise some favourites flipping by.]
LILY: Hmn... never heard 'nything like this before.
[Standing up, stretching a little, fiddling with the top tie on her shirt, which has come undone; a thick swatch of scaring can be seen on the back of her neck, as well as a protruding semicircle of white steel that appears to be bolted directly into her skin.]
LILY: ... (frustrated groan)
[Giving up and letting the top of the smock flutter freely. She goes back to listening to music. She seems to favour the song Spike was playing earlier, even if she doesn't understand the words.
She pulls out her sketchbook and begins to draw while listening.]
LILY: ... there's not much here, is there?
LILY: ... what are you talking about?