The Sitar plays perfectly. Not only that, but after a single note, Phil finds himself with some perculiar side effects. He is able to filter through every sensory input he has, and just see what he wants to do with perfect crystal clear focus that the human mind shouldn't be able to do. Like silencing every sound in the station except the ones he wants. He also finds himself able to broadly detect the prevalent emotions in any place. It seems to be mostly boredom here.

Lastly he finds himself better able to controll his own movements, to the point where he feels he could move serenely out of the way of a bullet while playing this thing.