[Karen gives him a serious, contemplative look, as if assessing to determine whether or not he's a death metal fan. Finally, with a grin, she declares,] nope.

[She can only be who she is, so she's still trying (and failing) to navigate the process of getting out of the car before he appears at the door to help. She thanks him, leaning in against him as they make their way toward her building. There's a thoughtful hum as she considers British music from the 60s.]

I mean, The Beatles are a given, everyone likes The Beatles. Hmm...I could see you as a secret punk, so maybe like. The Yardbirds and The Kinks, too.