As he doesn't interrupt, Mercury doesn't stop her harp. She plays instead as if no one is watching; if the scrutiny makes her as self-conscious as it would have years ago, there's no outward sign of it. She's composed, and self-contained. Only when the piece ends, strains of music fading with the quiet breeze, does she look up to greet Kuja, who she knows.

"Welcome to the new birth of the Mercury Kingdom." There is no small pride in those words.