Strad was already digging around in his backpack for a notebook - electing to completely ignore the fact that Nate was probably just as much as an observant paranoid asshole as himself. He nodded and said, "Basically. But before then I think it would be a better idea to pick a song."

He finally managed to find a pencil and his iPod. He popped the pencil in his mouth and he set up the notebook in front of him. It took him another moment of digging through his bag to find his speakers and plug his iPod into them.

"What are you thinking?"