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She's heard music before. She has excellent hearing and MP3 players are ridiculously easy to steal. Sometimes she likes to scroll through the tracks and listens to a few interesting ones before she fences the players. This, though, this music is like nothing she's ever heard before.
The memory of Hardison's face is clear in her mind as she stands there next to Nate, listening. Hardison had been panicked, his eyes wide, and his voice desperate. She wanted to be able to say something that would make him feel better as he stared down at her from the stage. All she could offer was the cold view of reality.
The music that's flowing down to her now, it wrenches something inside her.