Bomba raised an eyebrow at him. "Corrupt me?" She said with a laugh. "Is that what you've been doing?" She rolled her eyes. "You're not that much older than me, and I went on tours long before you did."
She patted his shoulder. "Well, you did fantastic for having some psycho bitch stab you in the leg."
Bomba looked down at the shoes surprised. "Really?" She said with a grin, cheering up a little. "Well I guess I look a little good, that one roadie of yours, with the fake mohawk asked me out."