She follows, trying very hard to keep the bounce in her step and the brightness in her eyes as they walk through town. It’s impossible to miss the way the puddles run red, and with the fresh context of what happened to Malcolm’s friends...

They’re not that far from the town hall when she busts into song, getting all the way through the first chorus of Pocket Full of Poetry before she interrupts herself with:

“Is there a fucking piano in this town? Someone in this hellmouth has to have one, right?”