Hope you're patient, Crowley, because the Soldier is, and is going to sit and create individual files for each song Crowley plays. Not even going to converse while it does so (if they even can converse, given the magic silence bubble), just going to keep up the laser focus on the music and soaking up every bit of it, and making the recordings as precise as possible, so as not to miss any opening notes or ending reverbs or anything at all. The recording app (probably) isn't fancy enough for much editing; easier to just get it right the first time.

It even uses the metal arm, now still and silent and braced at the elbow on the table, to hold the tablet as close to Crowley's phone speaker as possible without letting it move. There are some good things about having a machine grafted to your shoulder, and having a body part that will not move no matter what is one of them.