All the descriptive references fly over her head, of course, but she doesn't bother to question them. Not now at least.

Her eyes widen when the headphones are put on her head, and the look she gives Dean is reminiscent of the look a confused cat would give if you tried to tie a bonnet to its head. But, she seems to settle, listening intently to the music flowing into her ears.

It's different from anything else she's heard. Certainly closer to Pickles' music by nature, but far more softer and less heavy. The confusion on her face is soon replaced by wonder for the whole duration of the song.

It's new. It's different.

It's amazing.