Alecto talked about her dreams, but only certain people got her very real feelings on the dreams. She played everything off like it was very lighthearted and not worth worrying herself over. In fact, she hated showing people when she was having any sort of emotion. Barring the post about drinking, but then she'd realised too late that it came off sounding particularly sad. Oh well. She wouldn't talk about that.
She'd taken an uber to get there since Amycus was the one with the car and she was too lazy to have to worry about parking and cars.
She walked through the gate and up to the open door, since that seemed the most logical place to walk toward. "Nice place," she commented idly, taking a moment to look around at the whole place. "I should have known you were one of the rich ones." Shrugging, she walked inside. He'd opened the door and that was invitation enough for her.
"How's the dream trauma treating you?" The words were said in a casual manner, like she was talking about the weather, something she'd picked up on from years with socialites was how to make anything sound like she was talking about something as mundane as the weather. She used the same voice when making morbid comments to get out of conversations she didn't want to be part of or to get away from people she didn't want to be around.