He had a mission now. He knew he'd start in on it right away. A music store shouldn't have been hit by looters. There was nothing in them really that would aid in survival, so he was willing to bet that he'd be able to find what he needed for her without that much issue.
But even if it did wind up being difficult, he'd still pull it off somehow. It gave him a reason to fight, even if it was for mere hours, or a day or so. His general plan of just letting zombies find and take him down got pushed back, because he didn't want to disappoint her.
He nodded to her to confirm that he played. He'd even offer to teach her, but he was thinking that he wasn't going to be able to get in there, and she couldn't come out here. Unless they tried to do something through the window, and that just seemed like a bad idea.
Still, he liked the idea of it, even if it was a total pipe dream.
He saw something flicker over her expression, and wasn't quite sure what it was, just that it caused him to want to comfort her. "I'll be okay," he told her. Besides. Nothing can hurt me when I'm already broken.
He was aware that they probably needed to cut this conversation off now, but he wanted to cling to it. He didn't try to - he knew better than to do that, and knew that it would just make him come across as creepier than he probably already did. Plus, if people were being picked off by the Capitol, then he was positive no one would even spare a second thought about putting him down like a dog.
Still. He lingered. "Stay safe," he told her. Then he paused. "...be underscore quiet. That's me, on the freenet."