At Pete's words, Gwen pulled her knees up under her and burrowed further into his couch. It was comforting in a way, but she still felt shaken by the effect the dream had on her. She suspected that it was just being in a strange place and being shot at within a day of her arrival and all the craziness that went along with that. All the same, she wished that Lesley were here, but if she couldn't be, she appreciated that Pete answered the door for her. Even if he wasn't warm and fuzzy, she liked that he was honest but didn't dismiss her. She needed a voice of reason in her life, probably more now than ever.
"I tried singing last time, but I should work on putting in distracting images, that's a good idea. I just need think of the look on Cynthia Dale's face the time she squashed a frog being careless and we put it in her soup. Even if we did get in trouble for it and now the headmaster keeps calling us the Frog Girls. Some people need to be taught a lesson," she said, allowing a slight smile to return to her face.
She ran a hand through her messy, sleep addled hair and then rested her chin on the couch's armrest. "I'm sorry to have woken you up over something so stupid." She reddened a bit, though thankfully the urge to cry was gone. "Would...could I try sleeping on the couch? Might be easier than going back to my bed." She didn't TRY to look like a wounded baby bird when she said it, but she didn't stop any potential defenseless cute animal comparisons either.