You we’re listening to music while you sipped on your morning coffee in the mess hall. You looked so happy and content, not paying attention to anything else around you, you music so loud you couldn’t hear others around you. That’s why you didn’t hear it when Horangi slipped into the seat next to you. He tapped your shoulder and you almost fell out of your seat, startled. He gave you a sly grin, snickering at you. You glared at him. Then he spoke. “Can I have a listen?” he chirped happily.