A small rueful laugh and nod at the description of the British hotel. "Yes and half the people at the conference complaining about not being able to use the wall outlets. I'll point out I at least wasn't among them."

He listens, and he nods. "It's good to have hobbies, certainly. I don't think you're going to hear much music from home here, however." Finch takes a breath, looking out at the strange landscape. "What is it you do do, then, back home?"