If Balthazar hadn't dragged him indoors, Rat wouldn't have even noticed the power shortage. He is, in so many ways, used to doing without. While he may or may not have heard the call, the sight of a communal fire draws him out of sheer habit. Usually they're in trash cans and the people around them are more like himself, but it's the spirit of the thing. He's got his guitar, and all this just looks almost festive to him.

Rat sits on the edge of the fountain and tunes up, idly strumming the strings and people watching.