*though it's unnerving to hear figures moving around with no heartbeats to drive them, melody doesn't need to hear a rhythm to know they mean them know harm. she scans the crowd of empty faces, chuckling,*

i guess they want to hear us play.

*eyes sparkling with their own flame of mischief, she readies the bow against her guitar and smiles slyly at kurapika.*

let's give them a show, shall we?