[ degar presses a hand to his chest. ]

Peter, my man. You get me.

[ and they could probably have hours and hours of conversation just analyzing the nuance of the guitar riff in zeppelin's stairway to heaven, but — ]

I think it's a service? A kind of player, like this machine? I don't know, I might have to ask Yelena a little more about it later. But yeah! Absolutely, I'd be happy to listen to one.