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Contrary to what it seemed, Tommy was fully aware of the fact that he'd drawn people in with his music, including one Brunette who seemed determined to come across as only a hard ass with a pair of fighting gloves. To see someone who had been so kind flip a full 180, well, it was sad. However, as the song finished up, she had walked away and so Tommy played a few random jazz notes, making sure the tuning slide hadn't moved during the song, as it sometimes did, before setting the instrument down and leaning to see where'd she'd gone. And it was a short look, as it seemed she was simply taking care of someone she didn't appreciate following her unnoticed. [i]Poor bastard doesn't know what he just signed on for.[/i] Stepping away, he waves at the third of the three on lookers, acknowledging the young man's presence before sliding a jacket on, putting his trumpet in it's case and closing the window up and heading out of his room with Amica on his shoulder, going to see if he could find his traveling companion.