*a cold chill trickles down melody's spine as she comes to the realization that the mother of this ant must have eaten a lot of humans for her offspring to turn out so humanoid. a frown tugs at her lips as she carefully responds.*

...i see.

*as the ant-woman circles the piano, melody's heart begins to pump faster as if trying to catch up to the rapid clatter in her hybrid breast, but her playing keeps her from panicking. after all, her dancing fingers are her weapon. if she is attacked, all she needs to do is play her special tune and her enemy will be mentally launched out onto the field beyond the balcony so she can make her escape.*