It would be nice if Benji could say that she could help, but-- she really isn't sure. Entering the minds of other SLC-expressive individuals tends to present new challenges if they have certain mental gifts, or strong subconsciouses and their vicious memories can do all kinds of damage, but never do they occur on a level that Benji would consider supernatural. In that area, she isn't sure what she can do. She sits quietly, peering down at the younger shape of the man she's gotten to know, then towards where she can see the landscape rolling by.

"Would you like to wake up?" she offers. "You could-- I mean, if you wanted to talk about it, I don't mind. Somewhere easier." As in, the kitchen of their shared house probably won't suddenly break up into pieces. Boneless arms won't slither from the walls. "Even if I can't help."

She sort of expects he will turn down the not-help, and isn't certain if it's her place to breeze by it or accept it, or what she will do if presented with that choice.