"Me?"

She sounds surprised by that question, the first one, although it could cover the second as well. It seems like the kind of question she should be asking, but instead, she answers it with; "I'm a dreamwalker." Which would make sense, but first one would have to decide that this place, rich in detail, in its scents, its density, is somehow unreal and created, and it could go either way. For Benji, this is home. However much she may feel like God, she's forgotten she isn't supposed to.

"And-- yes, I'm fine. Frightened." To be honest.

She doesn't say of what. Maybe she's talking about the thing that chases with prehistoric patience and weight, scraping metal through the stairs. Maybe she's talking about Xas. "Seven hundred pounds of steel and iron," she says, after a moment. "Those things. They climb well but they've very heavy."

Below, there's a clatter and crunch as the pursuing monster navigates the bridge that Xas had passed himself. Not seven hundred pounds worth of clatter, other pieces breaking away, but its noisy all he same.

"Are you? Alright?" She doesn't ask what he is. He's obviously an angel.