She nods, going quiet for a while, watching dully as he continues to clean her out. She feels a small bubble of gratitude rising up slowly as the unpleasant shock of the dream fades out more and more - it's not her business and it doesn't really change anything, it doesn't change that he's here, he came over anyway even though he had to know she was going to ask. He's still here for her, he will be pretty much no matter what, sometimes infuriatingly.

"Thanks," she mumbles, taking another long pull of coffee to avoid looking at him.