Myka merely took in all of Claudia's rambles. There would be no argument on her end about Alice. For so long Alice had been fictional, a fairytale that she'd read as a child. That was until Myka had her body taken over. If that hadn't been enough she'd been trapped in the mirror that had once held Alice. When it was all over she had to stop herself from taking every copy of Lew Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and sell them. That whole experience still a figment of her worse nightmares to this day. Myka was still uncertain about the being fictional or at the most their work being fictionalized. But one must eventually accept reality.
Myka couldn't be angry or upset with Claudia for finding some comfort in the show. To have been separated from them not once but three times must have been devastating. Myka shook her head at calling Steve to have him come over. The sensory overload that she had been given was exhausting. Her body still coming down from the adrenaline of the Warehouse explosion. Seeing as Claudia, Pete, and Steve were down the hall from her meant that she could stop by and see them anytime. "You don't have to call him. You're all right down the hall and I can stop by once I'm rested" Myka said and then looked at herself. "And after I clean up."