She's a decent guitarist, but not as good as her Joel had been. He'd taught her, but she'd spent a couple years barely talking to him and just sort of...practicing on her own. She never deals well with compliments about her playing or singing, but without the guitar she's not sure how she'd ever deal long term.

She notices Raylan somewhere in the middle of a song, but he's just kind of chilling, so she figures he's not going to needle her too much about this. She finishes her song with a last strum and glances at him. God, singing for people can be so awkward. She can't imagine ever being an actual performer or anything like that.

"Hey," she says, ineloquently, pushing that pesky piece of hair out of her face like it might stay there this time.