Camilla jerks slightly with surprise as the sudden, melodious sound fills the room, and then fades as quickly as it came. She watches transfixed at the coiled cord that is there, and then gone, fast enough that she doesn’t give into the instinct to reach out and touch it.

“I’d like to see that,” she says, and she could be referring to what more Wayne can do here, or what he could do at home, or even the ability of his friend. “Can he do more because he has more experience, or is it a matter of genetics?”