He really didn’t mind being watched. Actually he was kind of used to it but that’d been high school. “Well, it’s nice meeting you, Samantha,” and he sounded perfectly honest too. “I might end up calling you Sam when I’m not thinking about it,” he noted as she had not introduced herself by nickname like he had. Apparently his head was not into actually tuning the damned instrument because he couldn’t seem to get it exactly right. Kind of not good. He looked up with an arched eyebrow when she started asking questions. Maybe she was relaxing a little. That was good. “Technically I’m a passenger. But I am playing New Years Eve—Shit, that’s tomorrow isn’t it?” He laughed at himself and then hung his head like he were a very bad puppy. “I may very well be dead. Oh well.”