[Fatima ripples her fingers in return, taking a second to remind herself that, yes, this is Blocky Steve or Grumpy Steve or whatever Steve that had nothing to do with the unicorn, but is friends with Bucky. The mental gymnastics are getting a little bit easier. But's it's definitely still an adjustment.

She takes a few steps over to him, like she's stepping out of a spotlight. Singing in public isn't something she does often. Especially not without copious amounts of alcohol involved. And this is no karaoke bar.]

My favorite aunt wrote it. She, uh, she's a composer. Has a voice like...

I mean, I'd say "a voice like an angel," but that's kinda cliched.