Oh - [She turns around in surprise, blinking at the girl with the mud smeared all over her face and cucumbers on her eyes. That was a beauty treatment...?
She recognises her voice and hair, though - it's Kitty. And although her memory of those odd shared dreams is fading, she still gets the sense that Kitty knows something terrible. Something she never wanted anyone here to know. Could it be about her mom?]
- o-oh, thanks, Kitty. [Audibly uncomfortable.] You just kinda... rub it on all over?