Well, that's not what he expected.

"When is it?" he asks the room.

The room does not answer him.

...Huh.

He holds his hand up in front of his face.

No tremor.

Okay.

He doesn't feel bubble-headed, he thinks...

Someone starts singing, from outside the room.  Quietly at first, then a little louder.

Woah.

That - doesn't sound like a kind of song he knows -

It really doesn't.

Well, he's already seen a lot of strange things in Diego.  It follows that he would hear some, too.

He rises.