She meant no insult. Honestly, she doesn't think he'd pry on purpose. It's just that she didn't know how much he could help but tune in.

And, well... she can't help but wonder about her song in particular. What does it sound like to him? How does it compare to the others he's heard? Is it... is it pleasant to listen to, even if only half-so, like a forgotten radio in another room? But she can't bring herself to ask, because that would be as good as giving him permission to listen closely, and she's... not sure she'd like that. In fact, she's fairly certain she wouldn't like that at all. What if it's boring?

But he hasn't listened to it - she believes him, and her expression softens into a faint, placating smile. At least she can say her song isn't worrisome. That will just have to be enough.

Her expression darkens when he shifts back to Johnny's song, though. "That does sound... unpleasant," she allows. But he hasn't been tuning it out - quite the opposite. No wonder he looks so run down. "Can you tune it out?" she asks, suddenly fearful that he can't. There's little point in asking him to leave it alone if it's already too much to ignore, but she hates the thought of him just being stuck with an unfamiliar din in his head because Johnny had the bad luck to walk by.