Roxie jerks at the sudden touch, as if she was just touched by hot metal. She doesn't quite move away entirely, though her breath is a little quicker and less even afterwards. She isn't used to being touched like this, apparently.

Her eyes crack open, and as they do the phantoms in the blank whiteness are gone, and so is the music.

"Of course I'm weird," she says quietly. "Shyama doesn't give his blessings to... normal people." She sounds almost a little defensive about it.