It wasn't often Mike came down here -- he wasn't really a karaoke guy. There wasn't much in the basement that usually caught his whimsy, actually. So he wasn't really aware of the kind of racket that his 80's power ballad of sadness was making around the halls.
He wasn't sure he'd care if he did know, anyway.
Mike glanced up at the not quite greeting and smiled in a sardonic sort of way at Jinn. Which felt uncharitable since he liked Jinn. He was quite possibly one of Mike's better friends in this place, in a quiet sort of way. The kind of friend you didn't need to talk to daily or even weekly to still know you were on good terms.
"He could," Mike agreed, taking a swig from his bottle before leaning forward to offer it to Jinn. "But I think he'd probably just call it pathetic."