Them or the room, all America knows is she's treading water, and fast. There's a, "Thanks!" as she takes Lan Wangji's hand. She clings to the pillar trying to get her heart rate to ease. She doesn't even consider looking around, not at first.

She hears the tinny sound before Lan Wangji speaks, but America wouldn't have caught the words if he didn't point them out. She looks up and stares for a time, mouth slightly agape.

"We have to sing. With that music?" At least, that's her conclusion. Do they need to make something up? She's not the most practiced at this, not that she hasn't totally hummed stuff to fill the silence of lonely nights. But this is on the spot!