Rafe & JJ
Rafe blinked at her, because for a second he thought she was using the term to refer to him, and he couldn't figure out why it had come up. After that beat, he realized it was the answer to his question. Still, it was enough of a coincidence that it sent a little shiver up his spine. "That seems a very, well, special sort of specialty for someone off the streets. Do you have a particular affinity for them, or just an interest?" He tapped his fingers on the bar to hold back this sudden urge he had to touch her. It wasn't an uncommon problem for him, but not typical with someone he'd just met. "You don't make music at all now, then? Not even for casual fun?" That sounded unusual, more than anything else. Most artists he knew had it in their souls; they couldn't quit entirely even if they wanted it.
He picked up his beer and found it it also seemed oddly buoyant. All it took was a little tap, and it went sailing toward hers in the air. "Cheers," he said with a grin, and grabbed it again to take a drink. "Not the most bizarre party trick I've seen, but definitely the most bizarre in Snowcap. Hey, Cate!" he called, loud enough to be heard across the bar. "What's up with the—" He pointed at the floating objects and bubbles and other weird things.
All he got in return was a dramatic shrug, a pair of wide eyes, and two arms thrown up in the air.
"Not an intentional party trick, then, I guess," Rafe said with a chuckle. JJ's mention of family rubbed him the wrong way, but it was an entirely innocent question on the surface, so proved nothing. "Just family. I'm fortunate enough to pretty much choose my whereabouts and whenabouts, and it seemed like a good time to be here. Do you know them much? My family, I mean."