The Medic scowls a little in his seat, irritated that he's going to have to leave early. It's been a long while since he got a proper concert and he's almost certainly going to take out his frustrations on the battlefield for the next week or so.

In the meantime, he makes a mental note to acquire a recording from these people if one is available, bides his time, and finally rests a hand briefly on Cata's forearm. It's as good an opportunity as any to slip away largely unnoticed...