"I know someone who has a fondness for creating noise on an instrument. Whether one would call it music or not is up for debate. Though I suppose so long as she isn't here, the point is moot."

He really didn't intend for that to sound dismissive. But Miko's brand of, what did she call it, heavy metal wasn't Ratchet's favorite thing in the galaxy.

Ratchet lets out an awkward breath of air and sits himself in the nearest chair. This is small talk, isn't it, getting to know one another. Bearmon seems much better at it, not that Ratchet feels like he should mind. But allies, the more the better, can't be something to pass up. "I'm afraid I don't make any kind of music myself."

"Buuut maybe we could listen to some. Or learn to play! Or sing? I could be a backup singer, maybe. We could start a band~" Bearmon gives an excited spin, then settles down, laughing at himself. "I guess that's getting a little carried away."

"A little," Ratchet scoffs.