The sound of singing drew her to look up from her book, head turning to find the source. When her gaze landed on the guy who had seemingly just come upon the park she found herself debating something. Should she let him know she was here? Say something maybe? It couldn't hurt...and maybe some human contact would be good for her. Clearing her throat slightly she sang the next line for him, "two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June, and im aimin right at you..." She knew the song, it was a good one.