“I’m sorry,” Dana replies, and offers him an earnest smile, or an attempt at one anyway. She doesn't feel much like smiling today. “I just…” She scratches the back of her neck, trying to get her thoughts in order. “I came here to see a friend of mine, and I couldn't get her to answer her door and it’s been like this all day, I don’t know what’s going on. Until you saw me I thought…”

Dana looks around the hallway and hugs her arms, speaking low. “I don’t want to disappear again.” She spares a glance at him. She feels awkward being upset about this, especially when she’s so unassuming most of the time anyway. “I… does that sound crazy? Has anything like this happened to you, people just not noticing you?”