"Yeah. I bet she is." She's not being sarcastic in the slightest. But she's not sure how little it takes for her memory to latch onto someone, and dreaming of another child - a friend's child, seen through her father's eyes - is more than she can accept.

She dives into the subject she'd prefer to explain. "Kinda. Ghosts can resurrect us even when we've been blasted into dust. When you come back, especially the first time, it- yeah. It can mess with your head some. Things get, uh, stirred up.

"...I'm not so good with faces, right now. You could tell me about your daughter?"