Considering Xanxus' reputation, wine glasses breaking without him personally involved really is a shock. Goodness knows that's the kind of thing Luce has had to deal with since her own tour bus broke down and circumstances lead to her having to ride with this rockstar. Where her wells of saint-like patience comes from is probably a mystery.

Even now, with Xanxus looming and looking like he could murder someone, Luce just can't get herself to be afraid. Part of the reason for that, at least right now, is that she's a bit preoccupied herself. Not singing, but windchimes... When she finally looks over to him, her expression is actually rather cold instead of just the calm she's used beforehand.

"No one's singing."