Her first impulse is to refuse, because despite her often-loud brashness, singing in front of a room of people she doesn't know too well is a little too brash... but you know what? What the heck. It's CHRISTMAS.

So, tossing her messy hair out of her eyes, she scoots forward to perch on a nearby stool, crossing her ankles on one of the rungs and hanging primly onto the rim of the seat with both hands.

"Been a good long while since I've done any caroling, soooo I might be a bit rusty, but..."

With a slight clearing of the throat, she counted silently until a good spot to jump in opened up... and then started singing.

She was no pretty-voiced songbird, but despite a boyish roughness to her voice and intonation, she proved to be quite capable of carrying a tune. ... Pretty damn good at it, actually!

"Giddy-ap, giddy-ap, giddy-ap, it's grand, just holdin' your hand! We're glidin' along with the song in a wintry fairy-laaaand...!"