"I'm allergic to fun and I can't sing," she deadpans instantaneously, having prepared herself for when he suggested that she give it a go. But then Darcy feels a little guilty. This whole thing feels like being dragged out on a fishing trip with an over-eager dad where the both of you don't want to acknowledge the divorce, and he's trying to get you involved in what he's doing. She kind of doesn't want to break his heart further. So she takes the microphone, stating "it's not my fault if you hate it."

She scrolls for a bit, wrinkling up her face a little at the selection of music. A lot of it was too peppy for her mood, but she recognizes one of the names on the list, taps through, then picks a song she's pretty sure she remembers.
Northern Sky, this was one of the vinyls that Avery had smuggled out of Turin with him, one he'd occasionally put on while making post-investigation-night-meal, as he'd put it. She starts the song without ceremony, putting the microphone to the side so that nobody from the outside can hear her.

"I never felt magic crazy as this, I never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea,"

Lucky for her, Nick Drake has a fairly low and flat register, one she can match easily. It's better than her first time with the machine. Even if she has to keep glancing at the lyrics.

"I never held emotion in the palm of my hand, or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree-" yeah it's making her think of Undine. This maybe wasn't the best choice, but she's going to power through.