He hears her, at least, he can tell by the look on his face. Maybe that's a good sign. Maybe not. She isn't sure. No one really gave her an instruction manual on what counts as "normal" within the bounds of being insane.

"Oh."

He though she wasn't real? Well, hell, maybe she isn't.

"I mean...I guess I don't know if I am. I--lately I feel like I might not be."

He approaches, though. She watches him sidelong, just in case he actually is real and is some kind of threat. But he just picks up a glass, tests the weight and then throws it. She smiles when she hears it shatter. That's good. Hallucinations can't throw things, right? Ghosts can, but ghosts are easier to deal with than hallucinations.

"You got a pretty good arc on that one."