He noticed when Misty kept her distance but didn't remark on it. For Gray, that was a fact of life and he didn't take it personally, or at least not too personally. It just meant that he could have a somewhat more comfortable conversation with her without having to worry to much about his particular talent rearing its head mid-way through. More comfortable for everyone, really. This wasn't exactly the kind of situation that was going to stir up strong emotions, but you never knew. Better safe and all that. Truly, he was just glad she'd accepted his offer, however briefly, and it was more likely to be a pleasant exchange if she stayed where she was.
To her question, he shrugged, an act that strained the soft cotton t-shirt he wore ever so slightly. With his frame as wide as it was, finding things that fit him properly was an ongoing battle and today, black cotton was in fashion, even if it was more snug than he'd have liked. "Pretty busy right now," he admitted, "Tourists. Helps being the only game in town, too. Someone needs an oil change, has something bust while they're here..." He let the sentence trail off, unfinished; it was fairly self explanatory. "Keeps me busy, so I can't complain. Idle hands, as they say."
The music came blaring out at top volume for a few seconds before someone managed to silence it again. Clearly things in the sound booth were not yet under control. "Well, at least they've gotten away from static and unearthly screeching," he murmured, "Not sure deafening is a step up, though."