Kevin continued strumming absently mindedly, watching Ryan's picture develop. He remembered drawing mechs when he was younger, pretty well too, but lost the skill through lack of use.
It was a moment before he realised the bass line was being strummed somewhere nearby. He looked around briefly, but couldn't see who was doing it. He did spot the guy he was standing behind in line initially though, the one with the yellow cap. He turned back to Ryan's drawing, a bit of a smile playing across his features.
He had kept strumming the tune throughout. It wasn't that bad really, but he still felt that small niggle of worry that he often got in the pit of stomach. Why it was there was another matter, but he acted as though it wasn't, and waited for things to roll on.