A finger taps on her arm.

(It happens to be the same beat he's moving to.)


When another twenty seconds go by without him opening his eyes, she drops her arms, strides over, and removes the offending headphones in a swift, efficient motion. A tinny backbeat threads its way out of them, but she steadily refuses to sway to it.

"Quill. Cease this...useless shuffle and open your eyes."