The voice makes her jump, but she's already so freaked out it doesn't really leave a dent in her overall panic. She's used to panic. She can understand panic.

It takes a long moment for his words to filter through and she blinks at him, lifting the cigarette to her mouth and having more than a little trouble with aim. Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down, not bothering to hide her confusion or her disbelief. Not that she ever would have.

"Ok, handsome. You got me. Was I supposed to understand any of that?"