Erik arrives in, well, formal wear, because that's what he does, as ridiculous as it might be most of the time. Half of his face is covered by a mask, through which his eyes peer intensely. He gives her a calculating look. "Posture is good, that's a start." Right down to business, and he's going to be a strict teacher.

He holds the door open. "In we go. The practice room is to the right."

Posture is important in being able to play an instrument well, and he's about to respond to her slightly mocking tone when she makes her next comment. He's never heard anyone phrase it in quite that way -- especially the fact that he has to wear a mask -- and despite himself, he's impressed by her apparently nonchalant attitude about it. They might get along just fine.

"So do you at least know how to read music, or do we need to start there?"

Perfect pitch indeed. There's plenty here he can work with as a teacher to expand on whatever natural talent she has. "Good, we can start to put things together then, and make sense of what's on the page. You said you've had lessons before? How far have you gotten in them?"