It's new to see Eight like this. Or maybe it's just since they never got to talk about any of her interests before - so Inigo never would have imagined this is something she enjoys so much.

The sight of the performance is still a little new to Inigo too. Coming from such a low-technology world as Ylisse, it almost feels like an overload to have that kind of music, and the lights-- the spectacle is almost too overwhelming to him, though he keeps watching, slowly trying to take it in. At least he's already used to the way modern music sounds, thanks to the music selection available on the train.

But then again, his own enjoyment or lack thereof isn't important. What's much more important to him is the look in Eight's eyes as she stares at it, the way she's humming along. So purely and genuinely enjoying it.

".. you liked watching performances like this back home?" He speaks up, though a little quietly, like he doesn't want to startle her out of her mood.