Chris relaxes, just a little, at the lack of an immediate attack. There's a nod of acknowledgement for her words -- and Chris is personally hoping for something relatively harmless like a raccoon. Their guard remains up, though... the sullen red glow of their eyes moving in a side to side sweep as the pair continue to walk.

And the first question they answer was the interrupted one: "Here? You are what you make yourself. Though, the demons do delight in trying to make us their playthings."

Chris hums over that second question, and says, "Sometimes I dream of things to come. Not clear and linear and removed, like a movie, but in snapshots where it feels like I'm there."

Step after quiet step, and straining to hear if there's another set of feet coming after the pair of them...

"I woke up this morning with a very strong feeling that the train would leave without you, and what I dreamed would happen... if you were alone."