[Eleanor is sitting on the bench of the grand organ, her back to the keys, instead staring at nothing in particular as some of the instruments play on their own. It's not so bad, listening to them. It's almost relaxing. She wishes she were back in her suit, and it's odd how vulnerable she feels without it. She thinks it's not just the lack of powers that affect her, she's almost sure.

But it doesn't really matter, as she's currently stuck in this predicament, without a way to fix it. Not yet.

She pulled her feet up, curling and stretching the skirt over her legs, her bare toes twitching on the bench. She's never really needed shoes before this, outside her suit. It's odd. She's not sure she likes it. So she hums along the music and tries to stop thinking too hard about things. Patience, after all, is a virtue.]