John found himself as caught up in her examination of the instrument as she was, and when their eyes met he held them, wondering at how enchanting they were.
He took the guitar, with a small smile, then listened to her describing what it was like to be here. It sounded like a marvelous outlook, one he might have shared, except....
He looked at her hand, the smile fading slightly. He reached out to take it, squeezing it gently.
"There's nothing I'd like to do better," he said, and meant it. "But I have to... take care of something first, something very important." He could see himself spending the night caught up in learning about this strange and beautiful creature, but tonight his hunger would be manageable, and he had to use that time to find a source to feed off of. Tomorrow the hunger would be too strong to think clearly, and after that... he couldn't let himself think of what might happen.
He let the hand drop, and then paused, touching his back pocket and feeling the familiar outline of his old cell phone. Pulling it out he found it charged and active, just as he remembered it. "Of course," he muttered, almost exasperated, but then he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Do you know about phones?" he asked, showing her his. "I could give you my number, so we could find each other again later. I'm sure whatever this place is, there will be lots to explore."