[That is a leap of faith there . . . it's his MP3 player! A precious commodity in this place! And there's a lot on it that isn't Mozart, which is more than a little embarrassing. This guy will be able to listen to all of his music. It's not even that there's anything too outlandish or tasteless on it—it's just the intimacy of allowing people to know what he likes, still anxiety-inducing for Kadoc. He's that guy. The tips of his ears turn a little pink, but he digs into his pocket anyway. It'd be even more awkward to suddenly take back the offer now.]

. . . Deal, but if you end up making fun of my taste in music later, just do it to my face. And be careful with it. I probably can't find a new one here.

[But he holds it out once he finds it. Ta-da! One working MP3 player! It's not a new model; it's well-loved, let's say. The majority of what's on it is not Mozart, but there is a playlist of classical piano on there, and it is mostly Mozart. The rest is modern music from several different countries, with an emphasis on rock.]