Winnie adores people-watching, especially in a crowd like this. Watching them watch a performance that so usually stirs up the emotions of others. How would they react? What reactions seem appropriate given how others react to their reactions? When is it appropriate to cry, and how much is acceptable before it crosses a line of propriety?

It's as close to honestly giddy she can get while watching others, expression appropriately set in a look of appreciation and contemplation.

It's easy to catch her staring though, eyes glittering as she looks around, at odds with the look on her face. But the music is stirring in a way it usually isn't for her and after a moment she frowns, placing a hand on her chest.

"Oh dear... How odd, I'm feeling-- Something." She mutters aloud, feeling the stirrings of actual confusion that mingles and wars with the odd feeling welling up in her chest. Affection mixed with melancholy, both entirely foreign to her and fascinating. It's overwhelming enough to make her stumble as she tries to look for a place to sit, breath a little short.