[Obviously Sparrows miscalculated the length of time this would take, and Opera's out of cash. She never could say no to a performance, though, and the natural solution is to put down a cup and begin to sing. She needs no instruments behind her, her voice is compelling-she would dare to say perfect. It's working so far, and she thinks she's close enough to getting a decent meal that this will be her last song for the night.
When she finishes, she bows to anyone around, and then picks up the cup to count what she has.]
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When she finishes, she bows to anyone around, and then picks up the cup to count what she has.]