"Yeah, I dunno why. Jook's got it under control." Some booing resonates from the crowd. "Check you later. After party?" She points at him as she's walking away. "You, too, Plate Mail," she says to Unit, and winks.

Roxy shortly returns, arm around a dejected Jook's shoulder. "It's okay, buddy. You were great. The crowd just wanted to see hot chicks in tight tops."

Unit is bordering on indignant.  "Plebeians don't know art when they see it.  One of their betters graces them with his work, and this is their response?"

Jook stands up a bit straighter. "Oh, I'd really enjoy that. I've never had an opportunity to do original music before. Usually, I get invited to parties and everyone tosses me coins to play their favorite songs for them."

"I know a lot of bards," Jook says. "I'm sure there's somebody. Nigel, but he gets real nervous talking to people."