[It's not that he's said something wrong, per se...just that her mind isn't in the space to hear it right now. His frown brings her back a little from that sharp edge. Makes her feel a little guilty for sounding so mean. Angela tries on a smile sheepishly. It looks forced, she's sure, but it's better than looking like she's about to cry, right?]

I guess. I shouldn't want to dream about them, honestly. It would just make it hurt worse.

[She sighs. Of all the things to tell a stranger in a dream. She should change the subject before she scares him off.]

You said you dream about dragons, right? What are they like?