[She closes her eyes and breathes in slowly, stirring the steam rising from the cup she holds as she exhales.]

I wasn't always... like this. [Disgust, bitter and acrid, momentarily laces her words.] I played the piano. I wanted to be a dancer.

[Chari bites her lip.]

My name was-- [She hesitates, stumbling on the word.] ... Harper. Isn't that silly?