Seeing you approach, Minato lowers his old headphones, appraising you with a slight inclination of his head, dull gray eyes staring at you with subdued interest. He makes no move to straighten his slouched composure, but he does turn his body to face you more properly, a hint of curiosity swimming in his irises.

Nodding in greeting, he speaks, voice calm and soothing.

"... Yes?"