Yuffie makes way for him and he wants to high five her for it. Instead, he plugs himself in and his bass comes to life, that thrumming undertone as he muscles his way past the other bassist with a smirk and a full of himself murmur of "this is how it's done, bitch." But he doesn't stop where the bassist had been. He makes his way to Yuffie and her mic.

Sure he has to lean down but whatever. He's okay with lending his full booming baritone to the background vocals. He keeps his eyes on the guitarist though. How the guy deals with this sudden upset is pretty telling. The Carnies don't need any pussy that wusses out when they do crazy shit like this.