His crowd had dispersed and now it was time to move onto another location. He'd noticed the woman plucking her guitar as he started opening his case, frowning as she addressed him.
"Yes," he said, drawing the instrument from it's old and weathered case. It was a very old violin, obviously well used but well cared for as well. "I can go somewhere else if you were going to play in this area. The park is big enough."
He thought she was here for the same reason he was. It didn't matter how clean they were or dressed decently, which he was, in a black tee shirt, jeans, heavy boots and a light black jacket. Some people did this just for pleasure or audiences. They didn't need to compete.