SYMPHONY III
It was late noon on the third day of Angelica's discharge from the hospital confines and she was pacing her new solitary dormitory bedroom in careful consideration. The single window gave way to a superlative sunset, of which the young cyborg paused in front of and leaned out, watching the sky above laced with posh pinks and glittering purple hues, the meekest hint of starlight and tiny ivory dots above it. It was a captivating sight that took her mind off her current vexation, and she enjoyed it until something whacked repeatedly on her door and tugged her out of her reverie.
"Come in," she called, soft yet otherwise heard, as the door opened. Henrietta simpered at her fellow comrade, tentatively edging inside the bedroom and clearly concealing something behind her back. Angelica vied to catch a glimpse at the object, yet Henrietta was persistent as usual, moving one way and the other, until Angelica ceased and stared at her brunette friend.
"What are you hiding, Henrietta?" she inquired blankly.
"Ummm... I heard from Giuseppe about how you need to learn how to handle your prosthetics again," Henrietta replied, casting a shy downward gaze at the floor. "So I thought I could help you...with this!" She brought forth a violin with a flourish to the opal-eyed cyborg across the room from her, grinning, expecting a breathtaking gasp of pure, emotional awe and then followed soon by immense gratitude... But none came. Angelica only stared at the musical instrument, perceivably apathetic over her compatriot's fine offering of wanting to help.
"An...instrument," she mumbled. A breeze from the window entered the room and wove through her hair as she said it. Henrietta grinned again.
"La violina," she enunciated, brandishing the string instrument like a sword, yet somehow still managing to do it delicately. "I already can play a few songs... You'll start with etudes, though."
"I like violins," Angelica said, smiling. "They sound pretty."
"Then it's decided!" Henrietta exclaimed happily. "...But, this is my violin," she added sheepishly, holding it at eye-level. "I guess Giuseppe and I can go into the city and buy one for you."
Angelica cocked her head to one side, and frowned. "But Marco said that the Agency is full of instruments. Why do we need to buy one for me?"
Henrietta blinked. "Huh? It's not full of instruments. He probably meant guns." She turned around and started towards the door. "Anyway, see you, Angelica!"