The bass notes of the song were such that if they were being played at a gig, you would feel them reverberate through the entirety of your body. The food had almost taken a secondary place to the music as he had only managed to make it half way through the mountain. He was a pretty lean man but he could put away more food than most. From the day of his birth he had a grand apetite that he struggled to keep quelled. However no matter how much he ate, his body shape rarely changed... luckily for him. 

As the song began to die down at the outro, Rob raised his head to see the nervous girl talking to him. While the music was in fact getting quieter he still couldn't hear her voice over it. She seemed to stop talking and just looked at him. Reaching into his pocket he turned off the music and pulled the headphones from his ears. He contemplated standing from his chair as a sign of respect, possibly offering a handshake but then the thought of her potentially severe OCD kicked in. She would probably recoil at the offer of a hand. As a few awkward seconds passed Robert looked her in the eye apologetically.

"I really am sorry lovely...I didn't hear a word of that...I guess the music was too loud...i'm really sorry..."

He looked back down at his food and poked at a half eaten sausage with his fork. His glance returned to her face and he did his utmost to not go into the details of his reliability on music.

"My names Robert but everyone calls me Rob."

His Welsh accent was thick and clearly out of place in this part of the world, but it had a novelty value that had seen him welcomed in every place he had stopped on his trip.

"Feel free to take a seat...could always do with some company."