Naw, I don't need a fuckin' manager. That was pretty funny though, you did great.

[He chuckles at her little dance, then throws his arms around her and takes the lead as he spins her in the space not occupied by their bags or his guitar on the floor.]

If people here know who we are, I'll figure somethin' out. All I gotta do is hold up the record cover next to my face, right?

[And hope the scar doesn't throw people off too much. And hope he can be seen by whoever it is he's trying to work out details with. But, future problem. It'll be fine.]