[ She moves in closer, leaning against the back of the chair as she stares up at the monitor. If that continued, uneasy silence is anything to go off of, that latter bit isn't necessary on his part. She pushes off, away from the chair and paces the pathway behind him instead.

When she finds her voice again, it's shaky, feeding back the same information he's just given her as she processes it aloud. ]

Some person I've never heard of has some fancy dreaming ability, you have a shiny new gadget, and judging by the amount of tip toeing you're doing right now, there's a whole lot more going on in that head of yours than you either don't want to tell me or you don't know how to tell me.

And to top it off you start with... that.