Cold and not particularly kind was something Johanna knew well. It was a mask she frequently wore herself, so she did pick up that glimpse of hurt young boy. Which was why she checked herself and chose her words carefully.
"Johanna Mason," she said. "I was just... wandering and thinking, and I kind of wound up here. Not the most pleasant thoughts, so it's not surprising I wound up in a place that's not always the most pleasant of places to be in."
She paused, and then said, "I don't know what you were singing, but it was beautiful." What? It had been! And she was bad at this conversation thing, anyway. This was her best attempt.