Miguel's head tilted slightly as Jaime held up the guitar. With so many people being dislodged and moving around, Miguel had thought nothing of finding a man in a woman's suite. (And, besides, even if he had thought of it, it was none of his business.)
As he held up the guitar, however, Miguel's face broke into a smile. "Ah!" he exclaimed brightly. "/You're a musician! You play for Muse!/" Miguel was delighted by this revelation. "Musico, si?" And just in case he didn't understand, Miguel broke into a broken -- very, very broken -- version of one of their biggest songs, internationally-speaking, of course.