There was a longish pause with a lot of slow blinkiing, in which Narvin's brain slowly wrapped around the words 'kidnapping hamsters'. He, however, quickly and wisely decided that his mind was not equipped towards dealing with that information for the time and attempted, hopefully successfully, to put it to the back of his mind, possibly in order to overreact about it at some later time, without an audience.

"Is that an argument for or against your insanity?" Narvin hoped 'for'. It was better to be insane on Gallifrey than sane and trapped in whatever this Taxon place was. It wasn't difficult to be insane on Gallifrey.

"Classical," he replied laconically. "Debussy, I think." It might have been at least a century or so since Narvin actually sat down to listen to music, so he was a little rusty in his recognition. "In any case, I don't remember many compositions having a burst of static and feedback, unless they were being wildly experimental, I suppose."