As if on cue, Jiao-Jie had also fallen silent after the slight shuffle of a chair being pushed back. She stood behind the table, quietly listening to the lack of sound. Her head turned in the direction of the music, she struggled with a rising sense of unease. Unsure of what had triggered her response, she backed away from the table. She didn't want to be near the place where she had spoken last although -if questioned - she wouldn't be able to mention a single reason except a healthy paranoia her teacher had drilled into her over the past year.