Music and a cigarette, cool. Rosinante leans back against the arena wall and listens while savoring the smoke - flavorless, now, but the feel of the smoke and the hit of nicotine still provide some satisfaction.

The song is different from what he's been listening to, sure, absolutely, but it's not bad. "Has a good beat to it," he says, noticing his toe has begun to tap slightly along with it. "The lyrics are... kinda sad, though."