Neither do I. [or else she would be so much more angry than she is right now.] Nor anyone else I've spoken to from the crowd at the tavern. Or at least, none they've admitted to.

[she glances at the sound equipment with the look of someone who absolutely does not get the appeal of david bowie. goodbye, sir. she will not be looking forward to hearing from you again.]

... Speak plainly. [bluntly, but not... trying to be an asshole here.] Something is bothering you. Even more than what's usual on a Friday. What is it?