"Eh, they aren't bad..." The petite physician offered as she stood between Cait and Ruairi. Cait and that damned sign. Abby'd tried to get her to write something vulgar as hell on the placard but not knowing how to read Irish or god forbid, Fey, she was pretty well s.o.l. on that front.

She was being sarcastic and contrary anyhow. She liked the music even if it was a little too happy for her personal tastes. She also liked the obnoxiously tall man on stage who was smiling pretty for the cameras trained on him. Fucking elf...man, if Dimples were here maybe she'd have herself a fellow good-natured heckler to have fun with.