She looks back at him over her shoulder, brows lifting.

"I dunno, but that one... I think that's a trumpet? I saw it on television before. That," she adds, seeing another familiar form in the mess, "Is a violin. They're really pretty sounding."

A pair of clackers sprawl near their feet, perhaps more familiar for various reasons. Chihiro sets herself to winding through the assembled instruments for the windows, following the veritable warren pathway that appears as she goes. It's a little short for her companion, but wide enough for another slip-of-a-kid to come passing through.