"You couldn't turn a light on?" He asked with a crooked smile, amused. He was sure she meant more than just the normal sort of dark, but that was how it sounded. "06? That's...a little ahead of my time." It had been 2005 when he'd been brought here. "You never can tell. Some people like the slow, sad songs. For whatever reason." He was a fan of the classics himself.
"Are you kidding? How could you have missed the way they all sit there staring at you. Especially that guy in all the leather. Abs tells me he's that Knight from the Robin Hood legends, but the only Gisborne I remember had long, greasy hair. This guy looks nothing like him." He hoped it didn't bother her to hear it. He'd kept his eye on that one. Tony had a lot of experience dealing with people who paid more attention than they should, and he'd got that hinky vibe from this Gisborne.