"Got t' represent," Namur nodded. "Know that feelin'. My people's been livin' in the deep for centuries, an' humans treat us like animals cuz a that. So it's important for those a us that make it t' the surface t' show 'em who we are, y' know? Maybe we're kind a scary, but that don't mean y' got t' be scared. That kind a shit. An' maybe someday it'll be safe 'nuff for more a us t' move up an' live in the sunlight without havin' t' fight all the time or worry 'bout bein' caught 'n' sold as slaves."

Wow, he hadn't really meant to bring all that up. His expression was somber for a moment, then he grabbed the notebook off the top of the boombox and showed Maria the list he'd had people make as they brought CDs to share or came with requests.

"So this here's the person's name an' the CD they want t' hear, and these're the numbers they want played. If the CD is theirs its circled with their name so they can get it back later. Cross out the numbers when y' play 'em, an' mix 'em up a little. Prob'ly won't get through all the requests but that's jus' how the current flows. If y' notice somethin's got a bunch a requests try t' make sure y' play it 'fore some a the others that ain't got as many. Priority or whatever. Got it?"