Cian had been walking toward the bus shelter when he witnessed the actions of the younger man sitting there waiting. He bent down and picked up the boombox, handing it back to the old man. "Might want to make some diff'rnt music choices," he suggested, eyeing the young man and deciding this might be a good time to 'rest', and keep an eye on what this guy was doing to the homeless guy.

He settled down on the bench and looked at the young man. "What time's the bus due?"