With a dismissive hand gesture, Brodie made it known that Nayan had nothing to be apologetic for; Muse wasn't Madonna - yet. He was amused as he watched the man's memories triggering into place and he finally showed some sign of recognition. "A cover, yeah, she did." He nodded. He liked that song. Thank God.
Brodie's eyes widened as he waited for whatever Nayan had gestured him to wait for. Finally, there it was. Brodie's smile widened. "Yep, that's the one." He confirmed, leaning back on the sofa, more relaxed. "What about you, then? Passenger or staff?"