Jim finished his tune, then looked up. There was a very large woman there, with a pretty horrifying weapon in her hands. She seemed to be admiring either him or his guitar. Likely his guitar. Hell, if someone liked his playing, they can stay all they want. It would be discourteous to just chase them away. He decided to just smile and wave. "Hullo," he called out to the woman. "I don't get many listeners around this time. And how are you this fine day?"