"...I'm sorry, could you repeat that for me, kid? I wanna make sure I don't have smoke in my ears or nothin'."

This new hire Mitzi had found had been something of a lucky strike for Lackadaisy, as they'd quickly proven themselves to be worthy of the pin that adorned their clothing, both in terms of what goes on below the surface and what's plain for all to see. They had an air about them that Mitzi felt endeared to, one which soon spread to the rest of this little 'organization' - even Viktor, which was a feat.

For Zib, even he felt a certain... kinship with them. It was nice to have a regular audience whenever he'd get up on stage with the band, plus an open ear to vent his strife with - and vice versa, as they felt comfortable enough to entrust him with some of their own struggles.

He wasn't sure where Mitzi found this kid, but by no means was he complaining.

He was just... surprised to hear them ask if they could be a part of his band.

Once they'd repeated their question, he blinked a bit more as if to process their request, the lit cigarette in his mouth drooping slightly before he let out a wry huff and took another drag, then released it off to the side as a lopsided grin crossed his felid features.

"Well... haven't heard that since Rocky jumped in with that violin of his, I'll be honest." he remarked, eyeing them over briefly with one hand on his hip, the other holding the cigarette between his fingers. "You know your way around any instruments, pal? Or can 'ya at least hold a note? I ain't replacin' any of my boys anytime soon - not if I can help it - but I'm sure we can find a place for 'ya if you've got the chops for it."

Their response? The guitar.

Zib's brow raised, visibly intrigued, lifting his head slightly to survey them further. "Ahh, frets, eh? I can respect that. We got Ben on bass already, but I think some jazz box rhythms might add a certain flair to things. Plus, I hear they're gettin' real popular in the jazz scene too, so who knows, kid - you might become a pioneer."