J stays quiet, letting her process, hearing her tune slowly lose tension and mellow out a bit. The flow reminds him a bit of rivers, though he has no idea why he'd get that from her tune.

"More of a something," he admits, still facing forward, looking in the middle distance as he tries to figure out how to phrase this. "Music's pretty much my entire life, an' hearin' that someone's usin' it to break people..." He shakes his head, trying to shake off the broken tunes that had littered his dreams prior to the guitar ship's arrival. "I have the opportunity to help, and I gotta take it. I won't waste my shot." He looks at her. "What about you?"