There's a burly, dark-haired man in what looks like an orange mechanic's suit, zipped down to his waist with a grease-stained white T-shirt beneath. He appears to be in the middle of disassembling a circuit breaker on the side of an abandoned building, stripping out the parts piece by piece.

He glances over his shoulder and stares at the gentleman. Up. Down. Guitar. Hat. Guitar.

One eyebrow rises slightly.

"Are you some manner of traveling musician, civilian?"