"Indeed? So has mine, rather - but there again, you don't catch me running about, screaming at people --or thin air, rather...!" She grinned up at him teasingly again, and then settled for an exasperated smile for the gentleman, who seemed to forget that he'd even had a son!
"Your son, Bumby?" she prompted him, gently, and then smiled like a thousand-watt bulb again, as she made the transition to the idea that he actually did recall the son he'd had with his wife! She grimaced slightly, as she made yet another transition: that to the idea of the poor boy having nightmares like her own... With that scary-looking bloke, and the monster robotics.... Merlin, how scary would that be for a young child like Bumby? Hell, it was scary enough for her!
She grimaced slightly, and remarked, "So... he's still having the same nightmares, too, is he...?" No, it was decidedly time to break out the big guns; no more Ginger Beer for her, she was definitely switching up to tequila, or even vodka or gin! Or... both, even! Yes, both sounded rather good to her; she could find herself drunk and asleep that much faster, she was certain... Yes, she was certain that that was the ticket, indeed... And so she made to get up, still holding herself together, almost as if she was afraid that her spellwork on the wounds she'd received from the bloody bloodied robots, might fail suddenly and leave her bleeding out upon the pub floor- then again, wasn't Hemingway some sort of medic, he'd said...? But there again she didn't really want to rely upon him - lest Harry Dresden become jealous, or something of the sort! She grimaced slightly, as she felt her brain going onto overdrive, and realised that she desperately needed to get some more Liquor into her body, if she was going to sleep at all tonight....!