His first instinct is to do what any normal person would do in this sort of situation. And that, namely, is to immediately try to hide.

He scrambles for the guitar, taking it up in a cradle under its base and broken neck. He looks left, then right, for his quick escape, starts forward a single step, then freezes, looking wide eyed at Wen-li.

And then he slaps on a sheepish grin, lays the guitar back down, and leans with one elbow on the table.

"¡Hola!" He says, like he's totally supposed to be here. "How can I help you?"