Practicing reading? [There's a surprise. Andy said he was sheltered, but Richie hadn't quite known the extent up until—well, right now.] Jesus. Where'd you live until you got here, under a fucking rock or something?

[He doesn't say this is lame, because—well, yeah, it is lame, but Martin was sheltered, apparently to such a point where he's only just learning to read, so Richie will let it slide. And then his attention is quickly distracted by the keyboard, so he puts his bag (still opened, so a veritable flood of comics and potato chip bags spill out) on the bed and goes to check it out.]

Hey, can you play something for me? [No requests, like he'd usually ask. Most of what Richie can think to request is out for this first meeting. He'll ease Martin into his favorite bands in the future.] Anything you can think of.