Not much, immediately; it becomes increasingly hard to turn over the course of a minute or two, until continuing feels like it would risk breaking the little machine further.

She lets it go to make sure she doesn't break it any more, and also to see if she can figure out why it's tightened so much.

The drum begins to turn, and the teeth of the comb each produces a note when the nub disturbs it, resulting in a simple lullaby tune.

She jumps, and ducks away. (That was unexpected.)

She shoots a quick look at Daisy, an apology hovering on her lips. But...Daisy wouldn't have told her about this if it was going to be a problem? (Somewhere in the part of her not focused on making sure she isn't getting in trouble is finding the sound...soothing?)

The droid takes the machine and does something to it that makes the music stop. "Sorry, I didn't think that would be a surprise."

"I-" she starts. "That isn't something we had? Not...not like that? I- I think some of the other crew had...the...sounds, but...not like this?" And that's back to nearly everything around her having had a practical purpose. This doesn't seem to have a practical purpose.

"The word is music," she says, after a pause. "It's -" she waves her hand in the way that's coming to be recognizable as 'I don't have the word I want to use'. "There's lots of it, we just don't have much here because Pradnakt and I don't care about it very much."

She nods, thoughtful, fingers twisting together slightly. "What is...the point of...music? And...that machine?"

"...it's enjoyable; that's all."

That seems...unusual. But...useful? Perhaps? She...supposes she did tinker with the engines for enjoyment? And other things, but there was normally another use but...

"For..." how had Ma'am phrased it? "destressing?"

"I don't know that word yet. But music is for lots of things. - Hold on." She goes to the door and signs, closing it again when she's done: "Pradnakt will want to talk about this."

"Okay," she says. She considers trying to define 'destress', but she doesn't actually understand what exactly Ma'am had meant herself.

Pradnakt comes in after a minute, signs back and forth with the droid, and then sits to meditate, leaving plenty of room between herself and the girl. Daisy says you're curious about music?

She considers. I- Was wondering as to the...purpose? If it was for...destressing? She includes a slightly jumbled impression of the calming feeling of whatever she was working on in the engines going right.

It's for changing or supporting emotions, including that one, yes.

Oh. She looks down, blinking. It was...not really a thing? I- I think some of the rest of the crew had it? But... She doesn't even know what she was trying to say there. Express...sadness at not having access to it? Perhaps.

Yeah. There's a sense of somewhat-resigned grumpiness. Well, Daisy'll pick some up for you in town.

Thank you, she repeats that out loud for Daisy's benefit. She flinches ever so slightly at the grumpiness. I'm sor- She stops, and frowns slightly, visibly steels herself. I want to apologise for not knowing, she admits. But I think you don't want me to?

Nope. And that's not what I'm annoyed at, anyway.

Can I- can I ask what you are annoyed at? (Knowing helps sometimes.)

'M annoyed at the situation you were in; at whoever decided to do that. I almost hope they show up for you so I can kill 'em.

Her breathing catches, and stops for a moment. She looks down, fingers winding together again, painfully so, but she doesn't actually notice that. She's too busy trying to figure out what she feel. Ma'am looked after her. She did. (There's a few memories there, Ma'am handing her ration packs, a (proprietory) hand on her shoulder after a successful fight.) She stopped some people from doing worse. But... Pradnakt seems so sure that something was wrong. But she doesn't want Ma'am dead. (It might be apparent from these memories that Ma'am is in fact her mother.)

I'm not unusual in being willing to do more than that for you.

Except Pradnakt is. Because Pradnakt and Daisy are the first people who've ever been willing to do more than that. This is the first time she's gone more than a few hours without a vision. And...

She manages enough proper coherence to send: Thank you. For what, she can't exactly word - for all of this.

You're welcome.

It's going to keep being like this. Not necessarily that you're going to be staying, I'm not sure about that yet, but things being generally okay no matter where you end up; I'll make sure of it.