Reira heard the girl's reply but only dimly registered it.
Her eyes locked on to that pocket watch the girl had pulled out. Almost immediately, flashes of the blue-lit train and the strange man and what he had given her, the memory she'd come out here to suppress, came rushing back through her mind. She caught herself narrowing her eyes in irritation, and tore her eyes away from the object and to the girl.
"Thanks," she said. Much to her annoyance however, she still found her attention drawn to the watch. She knew she had to have seen it, or at least it's make, before (somehow, or else why would she have something like that in that dream? And if she had seen it somewhere, that meant she had to have seen that train and the man then somewhere somehow too, and lack of sleep must've made them mix together to make that vexing mess of a dream)-and the fact she couldn't remember gnawed away at her like Mistress with catnip. "Mind if I ask you something? Where'd you get that watch?"