For all his reputation, Kirk did have a limit to his own partying. He was beginning to miss his bed, and hopefully he hadn't drunk enough to bring on a headache come the morning. That was the last thing he needed with experiments going on. He trudged through the streets, pack across his shoulders laden with his Satinalia treats.

He perked up when he heard the music. It didn't sound like the revelry kind that had been filling the streets up til now. This felt... slower, perhaps sadder in a way? He couldn't quite tell, but it both calmed him and made his chest ache, just a little. Eventually, he found the player of said music, nodding his head in greeting.

"You play beautifully, sir."