[ Well, apparently Claude doesn't need to cover his ears because he can barely hear Jinwoo's singing. There's some mumbling? The language is obviously foreign to him, so if Jinwoo is nailing the lyrics then Claude has no idea.

He glances over to where the exit door is hovering, and there's some... movement. A single crystal step emerging from the ground toward the door. Or maybe half a step?

Hm. ]

Jinwoo, you can do this.

[ Quickly, Claude switches tactics. This train is about improving, right? He can do that. ]

It doesn't matter what you sound like, this song is important to you and all I care about is how happy it makes you.