[What? What is this kid looking to him like he knows all the answers for? He crosses his arms, looking...well, cross.]

How the hell do I know? I'm supposed to be playing the big bowl tonight, not the...atmospheric distortion zone.

[He scrunches his nose. Something about those words feels right. But...the kid's still acting strangely around him, like they're bandmates. That can't be right, yet he doesn't want to reject him out of hand. He gives Marty a quick once-over, then shakes his head.]

I should be asking you that question if you think following me's gonna get you anywhere.