[There's probably some part of Jiro that wishes she could say this felt strange and new and different - but honestly, after everything she's gone through, it's more comfortably familiar than anything else. Not with him, specifically, but the situation on its own.
Sitting all wrapped up like this, just kinda enjoying how warm he is... her tail's even starting to flick again.

But he does manage to pull her out of it with his request and she blinks a bit - before giving him one, short nod.]

Yeah, sure. I've got a couple of bands I like, but if you really wanna hear my favorites, then I know just what to show you.
They're just as loud as my mom's stuff, though... hope you don't mind.

[... Of course, instead of moving or anything to look over at her birdbox, she's just gonna hook it with a jack again and bring it up by her face - asking it to play a few different songs by the same band so the silence will stay filled for a while.
(Perhaps unsurprisingly, they're songs by Deep Dope. He DID ask for her favorites after all.)]