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Gabrielle threw her head back and gave a hearty bark of laughter, her face creasing up around the expression. "Shit man," she chuckled ruefully, turning to her bandmates and jabbing a facetious thumb over her shoulder at O. "Didn't figure when I came to the studio today I'd be gettin' asked to dinner by some Hollywood-ass lookin' hunk. Man, ain't nobody asked me to dinner since before prrrrrrrrrrrrr--"

Mid-sentence her brain caught up to her mouth and the syllable drew itself out like motor stalling as Gabrielle realised there were certain pieces of information she was not supposed to share-- not with these people, not with her bandmates. Instead, she (rather ingeniously, if Gabrielle did say so herself) finished fluidly with, "--ehistory! Since before prehistory." She waved a hand as if to dismiss her own fretting, and then finished, "But uh yeah, cool, dinner and then some drinks, sounds mighty fine." She blinked, as if she'd only just realised a very sizable absence in the room, and then peered around as though she were an officer of the law looking for contraband for a moment before glancing back to O and grunting, "Y'all lost your bassist too? Man, is it like a genetic thing that people who got no social acumen are drawn to the four strings?"

She shot a glance over to K, and then snickered. "Man, bet you was meant to be a bassist at birth, would explain a whole lot."