Sunshine sips her juice-box and considers the... what, the etiquette?... of dream hopping. If he's sensing distress, she can't really blame him for wanting to intervene. It's actually kind of refreshing, considering the average New Yorker's willful ignorance of others in need of help. But then again, her nightmares still feel like hers. She's still learning how to deal with them, sure, but she doesn't want help. Not in the form of someone else just flicking an off switch, anyway.

"Would, uh... would you mind just avoiding any nightmares of mine?" She gives Topher a look of mingled embarrassment and stubborn determination. "I'd, um, prefer to deal with them on my own."