For a second when the girl speaks to Beth, there's a glimmer of a memory, some spark of recognition, but almost as soon as it occurs it's gone. She smiles, though, pleased and embarrassed both by the praise and her cheeks go a little pink as the bartender passes her a glass of water. She takes a sip, then looks over at the girl and shrugs, even though the pleasure is clear in her expression.

"Thank you," she says happily, leaning her elbows on the bar before she brushes some of her damp hair out of her face. It's been a long time since she's felt this good and it's not something she wants to lose, not yet. It's something she needs to hang onto, at least for tonight. Nothing is any better, nothing is any easier, she still needs to find a way to reconcile her life the way it is now, but she's finding little ways to deal and that's important.

"It's the first time I've played in a little while," she admits. "I was kinda nervous."