She stares at the arm like it's an offending weapon that might explode on her if she isn't careful. Namely, she's just not sure what the hell to do with it. The men in her life lately have numbered the likes of Hank and Caliban and they don't exactly give her a normal view on anything. Eventually, she takes the arm, but it's awkward. If there was a way to give space while holding onto someone's arm, she's managed it. "Have you always liked this sort of music?"