"Yeah! They're not hard to track down. There's Tear of course, uhhh...Security has a trumpet but calling it a musician might currently be a stretch." Erin taps her chin, hunching over her hurdy-gurdy to keep it steady. "Phil Connors, tall guy with big owl wings? Plays the piano like a dream, and who knows what else he's got up his sleeve. Someone has been shredding it on the guitar, but I'm not entirely sure who...oh, right." Erin sobers up. "Up on the sports deck you'll find a memorial with some items around it. Those're grave goods, leave 'em be, yeah?"