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Storm couldn't help but laugh when PJ took the CD and a marker pen out of her pack. "You have good taste!" She said, pretending to be arrogant before taking the CD cover and pen. It looked pretty worn out to be honest, but it gave Storm a strange sense of pride to know that someone else still remembered the band. "They're all dead now, I'm afraid." She sighed lightly, signing the CD case in a scruffy signature and putting the lid on the pen. "Jimmy, Brain and Jaime. All gone when everyone else died, too." She paused for a moment and cleared her throat before giving PJ back the case. She really didn't think anyone else remembered them.

"And you did come across kinda rude and uptight. You were holding a gun, PJ." Storm stopped and smiled. Something about this woman didn't seem as hostile as before. "There's a comic book store around here, y'know. And music place. If you're into that stuff I'll show you where they are. If not, have look yourself or stay with us."