He had been so wrapped up in the ambient emotions, lack of holiday cheer mingled with frustrations and spiced with leftover pumpkin pie, that he had forgotten to open his own eyes wide enough to see beyond the few feet in front of himself. When the semi-familiar sensation first tickled at the back of his mind he thought nothing of it, this city was teeming with other immortals so thick that sometimes you couldn't find an alley to piss in without tripping over one. He continued playing, his voice strong yet soft as he sang about poor little Janet and the pony her mama couldn't afford to get her, inwardly laughing as he tried to imagine the sweet child trying to take care of said pony when living in the city, eventually noticing that whatever immortal it was who had been nearby was far closer than he had assumed. Fingers still plucking at the strings, Blues shook himself from his reverie as he glanced down at the woman-child enjoying the show.
He played on for a few moments, eyes meeting hers before closing as he shook his head slightly. "Little lady got my attention, ain't seen you 'round here before. What brings you out here on this fine Winter's day?"