She notices that and wonders how long he's been here, if it was before the dream was ended. Many of those who had seemed...weary, for lack of a better word. But she imagines that by the end of her time in the world before this, she'd seemed weary, too.

"Then it's a good thing I'm a social butterfly," she says in a poor attempt at a joke.

She thanks him, then walks through the door. "This should be safe, right?"