Greta hums in response to the head shake. The poor lad. Out of the dreaming he may be, but she can't help thinking he's in even worse shape now than he was before. He's only in the real world by the barest margin: he can't talk to anyone, he's completely invisible without the flour trick, and the closest he can get to touching anyone is making them feel uncomfortably chilled.
He can move the flour, though. Or the flour can move around him.
"What about the flour?" she asks, nodding at the dusting covering the floor. It's noticeably thinner where Jay is kneeling, giving her an idea of where he is even without it being airborne. "Could you--" her phone buzzes, and she lifts her head with a little tsk of annoyance. "Could you move that?" She considers ignoring her phone for the moment, then considers the week she's had and decides she'd better not. "Hang on," she says with an apologetic glance in Jay's general direction before heading to the table and checking her texts.
Her eyebrows shoot up, and she hastily taps out a response, feeling a little foolish for not thinking to text Bee immediately. "It's Bee," she explains as she awaits a response. "She says you... you're trying to get to the old Rebel building. It's across the Park from here, but it's not that far."
The flour has all settled. She crosses back to the island and swipes some flour off the counter top and into the air. "Do you need help?" she asks, watching for his reaction.
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He can move the flour, though. Or the flour can move around him.
"What about the flour?" she asks, nodding at the dusting covering the floor. It's noticeably thinner where Jay is kneeling, giving her an idea of where he is even without it being airborne. "Could you--" her phone buzzes, and she lifts her head with a little tsk of annoyance. "Could you move that?" She considers ignoring her phone for the moment, then considers the week she's had and decides she'd better not. "Hang on," she says with an apologetic glance in Jay's general direction before heading to the table and checking her texts.
Her eyebrows shoot up, and she hastily taps out a response, feeling a little foolish for not thinking to text Bee immediately. "It's Bee," she explains as she awaits a response. "She says you... you're trying to get to the old Rebel building. It's across the Park from here, but it's not that far."
The flour has all settled. She crosses back to the island and swipes some flour off the counter top and into the air. "Do you need help?" she asks, watching for his reaction.