She hesitates before she ducks down along with Stephanie, sitting with knees together and tilted aside. It being a dream, one she is now in control of, she doesn't have to worry about grass stains on her skirt, as white as it happens to be. Benji is largely fine with her power seeming harmless. In comparison to others, it is. With exception to an invasion of privacy, she would have been ranked low on the government mandated tiering system had she ever been legal in the first place.

"There are nice spots, here," she says, with a crooked smile. "I don't live in the city, anyway. We're a little upstate, along the Hudson. Left to our own devices, I suppose."