Devero's eyes light up when someone joins him. Though his feet don't pause, his hands pluck his Interface off his ear and convert it rapidly to handheld mode. He switches to external audio; now the boppy beat plays aloud, though rendered tinny and unimpressive by the tiny speaker. Between one step and the next he bends to the floor and sends it skidding away almost to the edge of the stage, so it's out of the way but still audible.

That done, he turns his full attention to Caleb, sliding himself deliberately into the other man's space and offering his hands.