"I do that a lot." Maya's lost track of the number of people she's gotten the drop on over the years. Due to a thing she couldn't tell she was doing, and nobody believed could be done. "That explains that."

No, she's not going to explain what that means. She kept listening for more notes in the sound, more information. Try to hear what the chant is saying. Of course listening makes her seem distracted and zoned out, a few moments later she realizes she should answer. "I'm Maya Matlin. Still getting used to everything being, um, real."