Realizing a moment too late that she wouldn't be able to hear Mags, Freya lifted one side of her headphones just in time to catch the end of her sentence -- along with a blast of music.  Wow, that tune was catchy.  Hips wiggling, toe tapping, Freya automatically started to bob her head -- and lost her grip on the headphones which snapped back into place.

The urge to dance immediately stopped.  Hmm. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening here (although the how and why were still a delicious mystery to solve).

"Don't worry!" Freya held up the polar bear earmuffs in triumph. "I've got these!"