Johnny practically beams as she tinkers with the guitar, and after another toke he sets the pipe gingerly down and slides back off the stage, feeling a little unsteady but no worse for wear. He gropes around through the somewhat eerily abandoned instruments until he finds what he's looking for, a pretty quality bass. He hefts it up and swings the strap over his shoulder. "Aw yeah," he declares. "Let's do this." He spends some time tuning it, then starts picking away at the strings, his fingers shifting clumsily over the frets. He's not as good as Jodie, obviously, but he might be able to keep up.