She whirls around in surprise, having not heard or seen him beforehand. It only gets worse when she registers what he said. Her eyes turn a glowing white for a brief moment before each of the small items--books, pens, paper pads, etc--is shrouded in inky blackness for a second before dropping to the floor.

"Again?" she murmurs, sounding a little annoyed before she places her drink down on the nearest table, starting to pick up what she dropped. "Sorry about that."