John grumbles something noncommittal: he doesn't know what the singer looks like. But at least they agree her voice is powerful, which is obviously a good trait for any singer to have.

"The music came on while we were fighting." Defensive again, but it's all bluster. There is no real bite to his voice. "But yes, I suppose we took a moment in the aftermath to listen. Would you rather I'd shot her?"

Shot her again. He'll neglect to mention that part.