At her sudden company, Vanya finds her lips twitching toward a smile.

"I do," Vanya says, the passion tinging her soft reply. "Or, I did. I haven't played since I got here."

In that moment, she isn't sure what's keeping her haunting Hargreeves House. Standing there staring at a violin that will be hers soon (hopefully) and being addressed so casually with such kind eyes makes her feel like she's seeing the world all wrong again, but in a better, less destructive way.

It occurs to her right then that - save for the girl at the nearby grocery who remembers her name and chats with her while she checks out - the only person she's met is Obi-Wan. What if that is holding her back? Maybe today is the day she makes a friend.

"I'm Vanya."