No. The room is silent.

Where did he go? Why isn't he answering? You stand there for another minute or so, feeling silly when John comes down the hall from the showers, wrapped only in a towel. You decide to put on a pouty face and see if that sparks any conversation. "What's wrong, Jane?" John asks. "I just kinda got stood up, in a manner of speaking" you tell him. "You got stood up?" He says, almost amazed.