/arbitrarily comes up with a setting, hope it's okay
Yeah, sometimes you do. [Distantly. Ushiro always looks tired, still; she's been expecting him to drop off at any moment these days. These nightmares just won't leave either of them alone, no matter how much distance they create from their memories.
She gathers up her bag full of fabric and sewing equipment to put more distance between them, since he seems rather uncomfortable. Her smile is a bit strained.]
I-I'm okay now, thanks. Do you know when the next train is supposed to come?