"Well... You did," still he didn't sound upset about it. More amused than anything else. At least he was trying to be pleasant because really, he just felt like a grumpikins. Life was not cool at the moment. "Shoes. Gotcha. What color?" Well there were a lot of women up on the balcony last night. Likely, she wasn't the only one to have lost her shoes.
He went closer to the stage, looking for his guitar (and shoes), moving chairs and being pretty thorough about it. "Oh? Thanks," although he sounded a little dubious about his own talents as a guitarist. Still, if he were good enough to play for Muse. "We're not exactly close so I don't know why she wasn't there. Probably got seasick like a bunch of other people." Including himself.