[Angela manages a weak smile, shakes her head.]

It's alright, I did not mean to have such a personal moment, truth be told.

[Even though he says he's willing to leave, she feels bad telling him to go. The curse of being too polite and putting others ahead of yourself. So instead, she offers a conversational piece.]

May I ask who you are? I didn't think one could see someone they've never met in a dream.