Hands fluttering to her chest - her locket - Evelyn watches him with distinct wariness, tracking each movement with overt conscientiousness. Something in her from the dream lingers, concentration or distrust, and finds it difficult to accept a blatant change in hostility. He wants to relate now and relate he does, making a suggestion she wouldn't otherwise have come to on her own.

"Filming?" she queries, not in disbelief but confusion. Has Alex walked about in his sleep as well? Has he suffered the same? Evelyn is not certain she wants to know where she goes and why, not when she would much prefer these dark dreamings to find another host.

"I...hadn't considered," Evelyn begins, shaking her head. "Does it help?"