"I know there's some in the bowl up at the counter..." He trails off as the sound system starts acting up, grimacing a little at the noise. It's been a mess on the bus lately, and Weasel figures they must be having tech issues somewhere.

He's tried not to think too hard about the familiar sounding music from earlier, or any other odd things that have been happening. There are simple explanations for everything, and they're bound to hear them sooner or later. So all this noise gets out of the bassist is a low "Hm."