Wolfgang takes the guitar, runs his hand over the neck. It does feel cooler. But it's in one piece, it didn't disintegrate or come apart in transit. That bodes pretty well for Wolfgang not dying horribly in the process.
They pause when he asks where. “I don't know. I don't know anywhere in this city but um, here and Bleecker Street.” They've been all over it but they weren't exactly taking in all the tourist destinations or looking for trendy hangouts or whatever.