Oh, yeah, sure. Grateful. Yep. [It would be more believable if he didn't sound so distracted. The Spine turns on the spot, only slightly hindered by Rabbit hanging off of his shoulders, to observe the room.

Funny, he would have thought a thief wouldn't have bothered with an obviously occupied room. Also, a very sparsely furnished one. It isn't as if The Spine has expensive, easily picked up items lying around.

Oh, would you look at that. His guitar is missing. His mouth sets in a thin line, steam rising from his vents.]

So... this thief. He climbed the wall, smashed in the window, grabbed my guitar, and climbed back out again? Is that what you're sayin'?