Dexter came out of his thoughts and looked up at the woman.
"Oh. No. I was just wondering about my friend George. I haven't seen her in a while. Guess I started speaking my thoughts."
The woman was pretty. She didn't seem irritated about having being interrupted, even unintentionally. That was good. Since she thought that Dexter had spoken to her.
He thought for a moment and tried to decide if he'd said anything else out loud. If any of the darker thoughts had come out of his mouth. But there were a couple other people close by, and they didn't look seriously disturbed, so he figured he'd only mumbled the last bit.
He had to be more careful about that.
God knew what would happen if he just started babbling about Baba. They would probably lock him up somewhere. Which was exactly what he was trying to avoid.