J appreciates the consideration, but it doesn't really work that way. "You know my name, an' my face, an' where I work. For someone like Blanche, that'll be enough." He shrugs. Ivan knows his alias, at least, but that's still something to go on. "Just don't get caught."

He's not used to musicians asking him favors, though - that's interesting. "Sure." He waits while Ivan writes, silently working with Ivan's tune, smoothing out static and warping until it's intact again. He can't touch Blanche's deep bass woven through it, but that doesn't stop him from feeling around it, seeing if there's some way to loosen the connection-

Or finding something else - some foreign backbeat - running along the same lines of that bass, connected to Ivan's tune in the same way. He stiffens in surprise - what the hell is that?