She had gone uncharacteristically quiet while he peered at the spot, just sitting there and absent-mindedly nursing the coffee while she watched.

When he asks her the question, though, the owl-eyed look of someone being called on something returns. Not that she's really being CALLED on anything... but...

"... Well, uh."

This was the part that had REALLY worried her. Almost more, in a way, than meeting him here in the diner did. Because that... well, hey. That could be dismissed... passed off as one of the MANY crazy, sometimes-nightmarish things that had happened that weekend.

But... just a little over a year ago...

"... I hadn't seen... the words before..."