Good, I'm glad you had company! Nobody oughtta be all by themselves. [She's somewhat perkier, like she's reassured by the answer—at least the last, substantially more optimistic bit.]

Oh, the Voice thing... Do you mean, um... [It takes her a second to figure out how, exactly, she's supposed to articulate a description of the shouted force from earlier. She's still hung up on the fact that it happened.] ...the yelling thing? [Nailed it.] Y'know, when you shouted at all those birds—what was it? Fa re do? No, that's something else. Foe...fus...

[She's. She's trying.]