Fun. That thing he'd given up in the last year or so. The thing people had told him he'd lost all sense of. He hadn't really thought about fun here any more than he had at home. But there was no reason the woman couldn't play her instrument. That kind of thing was a calling he believed, music. He liked to hear it.
"Honestly I don't know" he told her. "But we could see about where we might get one for you, or where there could be one you could play. Is it a big instrument?". He didn't know, never having seen one before. If it was carryable he could procure one fairly easily he was sure.
"We'll be crossing a road soon" he informed her, pressing the button and stepping to the side to let her feel the pulse from it. It was quite a nice idea really that they did that on streets. The pulse would quicken when it was alright to walk.