She sets her jaw as she considers him quietly. There is no hint of humor in his thoughts, no mental indications to suggest that he's 1. lying or 2. making it up to frustrate her. All signs point to .. truth. Which ..

Well, unsettles her a little bit. She shifts in her chair and huffs.

"How could they be fiction? If we've lived them? I mean, we're here, aren't we? We're as real as whoever said this, right?"