[The remark may be pointless but the effort certainly isn't; with the fresh air from outside and Pepper and Bruce now both moving bustling around the lab, someone looking in on them might think this an ordinary afternoon, a matter of course. Yet even as the breeze and the cleaning both do their efforts, relieving the space of less pleasant effects of Bruce's depression, there's still a heaviness within those walls. Pepper certainly feels it, more than she cares to admit, as she fights the instinct that tells her it's not Bruce moving about behind her, but someone else. Someone still and cold in the ground.

So when he speaks those awkward words, she's relieved to hear them. It's not a failing as it draws her mind away from its own thoughts, and Pepper grins over her shoulder at him.] Have you? I don't listen to classical music too often. It usually makes me sleepy if I'm not doing something else.

[She glances down as she makes the confession; for as classy as she is, Pepper's tastes aren't strictly refined. This is simply the safer choice, soft and easy instrumental sounds with no lyrics of longing or love.]