The aching silence dragged on second by second as they each began to look around, some in barely disguised fear, others turning to peer at her with wonder. Who was she, to poke her head from out her cage? Who was she to talk out of turn, while  He  was here no less? What wonderous or frightful mystery could have led to  her  of all people? What level of casual indifference led her to speak out of turn?