Slowly, because it takes a while for the words to register, that there's a different source of sound, and it's not Rowan quietly telling Gabe that isn't really the right way to make an elephant. After a few seconds, though, she opens her eyes, tilts her head to look at Rex intently. Her hands keep on playing, unfaltering, but the singing (soft as it was) fades into silence.

"It's fine." There's a distinct Louisiana twang and lilt to her voice, which was stubborn enough to stay no matter how long she was out of the South. (Then again, could be that being lost in your own head so much made your voice fixing to parrot everyone around you pretty much impossible.)

Amusement plays around the corners of her mouth, and though she glances down for a second - shy - her curiosity forces to her look back at him, intent. "You're here, though." That was a good start. You just needed one for an audience, and where there was more, others stopped too.

Never mind that the Sun's down - that's like a minor detail.