J recognizes the tune, even over the music playing from his headphones. He's been trained to pick a voice out of the chorus, and he definitely knows Lapis' tune by now. She's not happy - she sounds like the eye of a hurricane, the calm in the middle of something that has the potential to be very ugly. It's different from her constant low-level anxiety, and definitely not better.

So he pulls the headphones from his ears and sits up on the couch, waiting for her to enter and perch before he says anything. "Lapis? What happened?"