She arched a brow at his response. She would have thought he was just messing with her, but based on their last interaction, he didn't strike her as the type of person that jokes around a lot. Or at least not about this. She looked behind her once again, trying to make out the person or thing that cast the shadow. Frowning, she turned back to him. "You seriously don't see anyone." It was more of a statement than a question. "I really don't hear any music. All I hear is your voice and my voice. And my stomach growling. No music though."