The Soldier only half-listens to that, though it does duck its head to look at the image. Most of its considerable amount of attention, freed up from having that considerable amount of attention on fear, is now directed at the music with an intense kind of focus. Melody that's fun, rhythm that makes all the pieces of the Soldier want to move, harmonies that match up perfectly, lyrics about-- about god knows what but it doesn't actually care (Who the fuck is Lady Godiva?), and what the hell instruments even are those in the background.

"I fucking love it." The Soldier wants it. All the time. How can it get that from the phone to its tablet.