The pyro nodded at James, and, hands at the ready, lightly tapped the armrest to the beat, getting more complex to suit his... actually really good... guitar playing. James seemed like kind of a humble dude, but like... He had to know he could play guitar real good. Jeez, he thought, all these talented people.... and a pyro who sets stuff on fire too much.
And apparently, according to Anna (or Morphine Anna, if his hunch was right and it'd kicked in), a pyro who had two heads. He was really itching to tell a joke - but he knew it wasn't exactly called for, not right now, not right here. So, he made an alternative. Which, much to his chagrin, didn't seem nearly as suave out loud as it did in his head.
"Two heads are better than one, all the more brainpower to think with. And twice the good-look." And he struck a pose... For five seconds, before realizing that he might just look like the most dumb person in the world. Ahem.
"Uhh. James. Nice guitar skills, man," Nix told the guy next to him, sitting back down and trying his best to remain inconspicuous. "Real good. Did the drumming... Uh, did it help?"
Untalented loser, Nix's brain chorused at himself, and he pushed that voice back down before speaking again, chuckling.
"Think Anna's goin' into Morphine Mode. Need anything before ya slip, Anna?"