since there is sadness, we can feel joy

[Even though the feed starts with a familiar BZZZT, this is not the sound of someone who minds it-- in fact, it is as though Cynthia hasn't even felt it. What is heard next might explain the reason of her distraction: a single scale, played on a piano. It comes off as slightly strange as the instrument is obviously out of tune, though anyone with a good ear for music can realize there is no lack of skill there.]

--ah, it still needs quite some work. [Her whisper is tinted with disappointment, but only for one second.] Would anyone here have any experience with fixing musical instruments, or perhaps some tools I could borrow? I found a piano outside a few days ago and it's in need of some repair. I would be more than happy to repay your services in any way I can, of course.

Also, Chopper... I apologize for the timing, but could I ask a great favor of you?

[And with another sequence of notes, the feed is turned off.]