"I wouldn't worry about it. It's all bullshit, mostly."

Her reply is breezy as she perches on the nearest bunk. She's not going to stay, but at least she can trade info. Or, more likely, launch into one of her monologues. It's a better way to stay awake and steer the conversation away from further questioning about the content of her dreams.

"I mean, whom among us hasn't violently upended their own lives? Arguably we should all be the Tower since we've ended up here. Moon's a little on-the-nose for a dreamer, though. Zero points for creativity. So what's your magic?"

She tacks the question on casually, studying her nails more intently than her roommate until she finally deigns to look up.