"Sorry," calls Hiro over the noise, flashing a grin in Marcus' direction. The sound begins to fade away from it's mind-piercing levels of it's own accord; sliding back into the realm of being comfortable party conversation material. It's likely it didn't come entirely from the speakers -- kid was showing off. "Yah, grab me some party favors," he answers, cocking his head to the side again, and administering to the second record.