action;
[As weird as it is, Oz can smell when someone is nearby whether that smell is familiar to him or not. So in the weirdest way, he knows someone is near. He keeps playing though, his fingertips over the guitar strings slowing a bit at the sound of another person speaking.]
Two consecutive good days? I could do with that. [He looks over to Sebastian, one final slow strum of a dissonant chord before the guitar music stops.] Out for a stroll or an amble?