"A pianist who can't play?" It's only natural that people would ask for requests... and what kind of employment are you involved in if you can't even play the instrument of your trade? Several somethings rang odd about the entire statement; she's pushed out of those thoughts as he points to his face.

"Ah, thanks," she mutters, feeling slightly embarrassed now as she considers how ludicrous all of this is, taken as a whole. Rubbing at her right cheekbone -- no, Mia, that's the wrong side -- she sets aside this line of questioning for now. "You're going to have to explain to me how things changed so much from when I last heard from you."