Noodle had spent the past couple of hours trying to come up with a good riff. She seemed to be creatively burned out. It wasn't coming at all, and she was deeply annoyed. Especially given her task of being the guitarist of the band, a lot of pressure came for her to be excellent at this. Her mind was drawing creative blanks.

No matter how hard she tries, the inspiration isn't coming. It's nowhere to be found, and it seems like she's trying too hard to force something creative to occur. Maybe she should take a break and revisit this idea later when she focuses better on things. Right now, she's livid, but after a few deep breaths, she calms herself down. For now, it seems this might not be something worth fretting over.

Noodle then spots you nearby, blinks, and isn't sure if you're a fan, a stalker, or maybe both. It's hard to tell she seems baffled by you being near her. She placed her guitar down to process her thoughts adequately. "Hello, who are you, and what are you doing here?" She asked you curiously.