Shinji nodded. He didn't entirely understand Midvalley's view of music, or the way that it seemed so important to him. He couldn't see himself as being that involved with music, even if it had been easier to obtain (that wasn't an excuse, though; Shinji would have been able to access it quite easily should he have wanted to).
"It's quite cool that you have something like that", he commented. "I mean, like, something that you believe in that much". He cringed slightly as he finished speaking. Sentiments had never been his strong point, and as he'd said to Yutaka, sincerity had never sounded particularly sincere when coming from him. Words were far more Yutaka's thing. Although it did seem that whoever had named Midvalley's gang (or whatever they were) had been as skilled with words as he was.
"Who named the 'Gung Ho Guns', anyway? 'Cause, no offence, that name isn't particularly..." He paused for a moment. "Well, threatening. It makes me think of those, like, stereotypical American westerns where everyone goes in guns-blazing and think about the problem after everyone who could have been useful has been killed".