"You know I'm tougher than I look," she answers without much reproach, willingly scooting over a bit to make room for him to take up some space beside her. "I'm not worried about anything."

She won't go so far as to say that maybe the butterfly needs the music to help it muster up the courage to make an appearance, but that wouldn't really be the strangest thing she's heard so far today.

"I don't guess you know what kind of music butterflies like."

She's only half joking.