Enzo's band are in the hangar, tuning up. Alvey is there as well, along with a couple of other hangers-on.

"Hey, guys. This is Mark, he's only sort of a Webcreature, and I am seriously sorry about the alarms. I hope it doesn't screw up the show..."

"Are you kidding?" says the copper-skinned girl doing a drum solo on her boyfriend's head. "We can work with this."