"Probably can." It wasn't just arrogance, Hartley had some experience with things like this. At the very least he'd be able to salvage some of the material, but he might even be able to make it work. Maybe there was music on it. It was pathetic that this excited him at all, but music meant to much to Hartley. He missed it, hell, yearned for it. It wasn't something that he let people know and he showed nothing much yet either. He'd not want to seem eager in any way. "What do you want for it?"