"Cool, cool," Jersey murmurs absently, tilting his head to hear the music. Larry turns it down, so Jersey wanders over and swipes the screen, turning it up, arching a brow with a vague smirk. He doesn't mind it at all; he's been around too long to be terribly picky about cultural shifts in taste.

That done, he tucks his hands into the tight pockets of his leather pants and slinks around the room, softly creaking as his clothing protests while he lurks, looming over this piece and that, yellow eyes contemplating each piece with more interest than one might normally associate with the man that seemed so casually shallow at first glance.

"You think you've been shut in long enough to start going out and looking around? If you give it a chance you can treat it a lot like any redlight district major city. Somewhere in LA or New York. Maybe kind of more like Shinjuku or Las Vegas, but still, it's pretty easy to ignore the weird in favor of the rest."