[In the Mess Hall tonight, it's rather empty... since, you know, it's late/early/some in between time. For those who like to wander the wilds of camp in the dark hours, though, it's a nice respite from the zombies lurking around outside. In one corner sits a prosecutor
playing an acoustic guitar, looking out the window with a bemused expression.]
You know, I like having an audience and all, Herr Gorilla, but I don't really need any accompaniment. Nein, you can put the banjo away. Seriously. You have nice pacing though!
((ETA: I am out, frolic amongst yourselves.))