James nods his head, listening to the song. While it doesn't sound familiar to him, it makes him smile a little. His eyes close and he listens to the melody, letting it wash over him. It was serenely peaceful, something he had not had a lot of in a long time. Peace. Quiet moments.

That was what he'd been searching for when he was on the run. He wanted a fresh start. He didn't want to be the soldier anymore.

"You will have to thank your friend," he murmured, his eyes still closed. His metal hand moved to rest on his knee as he had made himself comfortable there. It was a beautiful tune. People were really lucky to have the musician here with them, he thought to himself.