Her fingers ached but she dug her teeth into her bottom lip and moved her fingers across the fret into the position again as she took a quivering breath and furrowed her brows. If Miller could strum and play the instrument then she could too, that had been her initial thought at least. Come to find out that guitars sized for full grown men typically needed people with larger hands to play, and as her fingers slipped again off the g-string again she debated taking the instrument and hitting Miller upside the head for ever claiming that she'd be a natural at the instrument. Though the violent thoughts were cut off or at least better internalized when she noticed you entering the room. Her fingers were already bleeding by this point and she wiped them on a small cloth that she had sitting near her as she glanced up at you. "Hi."