She is, and she thinks Xas has a point, relent in the tip of her head. Personal shit is personal shit, even if, now, it can be impossible or particularly alarming, but it doesn't change the fundamentals. Benji is close to dismissing it entirely but then he's answering anyway. Maybe it's not any more different than running into an elf, or a fairy, or a witch.

Maybe it is, though. "It was very strange," she notes. That last part.